[4:37 p.m.] : [2001-05-29]
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there was something meaningfull in the grass. for the life of me i couldn't remember the significance, but i knew she would pick up on it when it came around. later the flames consumed it all, such changes always come, so much we haven't thought about in years. it hit me today as i sat there and read, just how long its been. events that don't seem all that long ago - four years now is a lifetime. i couldn't finish the page, in such disbelief i just sat there and did the math again and to think it could all be coming around again, how can i go back? i don't see myself there anymore, and being there seems so unreal, but i can't stay here, there's just nothing at all for me. a smile, a touch, and thats about all there is left in memory, there has to be something wrong when you can't stand crowds and dislike people, but can't stand to be away from the cities. tomorrow i think i'll make a trip in. |
