aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - it may look bad, but he's not foundering. he doesn't keep secrets away from this place; he's just thinking out loud when he lets his fears out to play in the dusk. the world out there, the one under the sun, it's bright; it's good; it's getting closer. but he has all of this time to wonder idly as he waits at the docks. he thinks about bottle rockets, fast and hot and nothing. he thinks about the air in october, that clear biting magic that is almost cruel, always comforting. he wonders about secret words and hidden tests; he wonders if he forgot them, failed them, let his last chance slip by him without a thought. he brushes those other times away like flies and heads for the sunrise. 7:35 a.m. - 2013-08-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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