Friday, February 25, 2005

:: A Lake due West. ::

...they've all become who they set out to be ten or so years ago. All of them, bright smiles on both mouth and eyes.

Most of them are so.... normal, but for the few i spent minutes scrutinizing, i felt such insanse amounts of jealousy that i couldn't bare to look at the sheet anymore.

We used to play together, and buy all the same things together. Like those stupid capsule toys...

...or those stupid robot pieces in a box.

I just wish to congratulate you for having a path you can so very well see...

...for in that i've found something i can never be.

spoken. at 2:58 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."