aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- archipelago it's a hateful duality, a bored indecision. an unsure half-step. my attitude shifts faster before i can finish a sentence. I want to love first and live incidentally. i think it's still me in there, all declarations of youth and independence aside. i can build any world i want, but the difficulty is in wanting. the knowing, the wanting: these are still the characters at hand. i flew today. i have spent most of my life hating their stupid falling sports, but today i felt them. we were geese, we were jets, we were a royal procession. we floated cleanly atop the water and the land burned to the southwest and her trail caught a perfect piece of the sun and i was caught i'm drunk. i want to ditch this eternity bullshit - somewhat. i want to sit with chynna on the astroturf and talk about the people that will burn us until we're alive again. she always understood, even when we spun different tongues Case 1: One naturally has longer to fantasize about one's first love. i want to believe it was a case of bad timing again: And they fall in the snow once more: perfect cadence, perfect flourish, as if they have been practicing again. Their noses touch, and they breath once together: one ex, one in. (one but no more: any more would be a synthetic attempt to live the music) The shimmer of a true thing melts all the calendars. The snow extends beyond the bounds of this world, touches the border of those warm dreams. First, brightest.. there is no doubt in me that i would do it: be an accessory to betrayal. the key is to avoid betraying oneself above all things. you would not find betrayal in me. "ancient relentless faith" - i still have it - truth. it will set us free, or at the very least set us ablaze. 3:56 a.m. - 2010-01-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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