aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - witching hours collected: it's called a cat's game. it's a draw - the standing sentiment is that it's as good as loss. but in truth, when neither person wins or loses, the only path left is to play another game together, trade x's and o's to the backend of forever. there's something to it. i woke up to the word "dream" written on my left arm. i remember thinking i would know exactly what i meant, but i really don't. still.. the playground was exactly what it needed to be for everyone. it didn't have the otherworldly ambiance to it this time around, but there was still a peace to it, a gentle canopy over our little troubled tribes as we clambered and crawled and realized how we had changed since grey childhood. and our tree was just ideal, bark and branches in the perfect pattern to awaken the prehistory in our hands and bare feet. and i didn't need eric's kind support, but it was still invigorating to hear echoes of the strength i had been been finding strewn among the thoughts and words drifting in my skull - the nobility of necessity, the bald faith in my figures, and even the warm pretty parts of nostalgia. coping with whatever this town is going to send me off with will never even be an issue, not past this warmth or these images eternally mine. 11:33 a.m. - 2011-10-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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