aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - preface: write angry or sad or hungry. write happy, if you can. just don't write tired. you'll only embarrass yourself. they don't love you like i love you i've been living all wrong. i'm vicious without warning. i snarl when anyone displays a fault i share. i left the door unlocked for despair and it has crawled into every corner. this is not what i planned. this is not gleeful defiance. this is a failure of my faith. i can't worship ghosts or statues. my idols are memories. my prayers are not prostration or obsession but simple fondness. and i've lived through such lovely moments to be fond of. everlong. i have to listen every night. tonight i thought about when we heard it. she had taken my hand some time before and i had been seized by a strange terror, like if i moved too quickly i would snap awake and lose the warmth and the sound to ringing silent solitude. but the song kept washing over deafened ears and she kept holding on. when it ended i pulled her close as she could get and clung far too hard, still wary of fleeting reveries. it was everything. 7:22 a.m. - 2013-06-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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