Being able to see a glimpse of what you have missed out, is it good? Why do I feel like viewing an aquarium of an alternative universe sometimes? Is a sense of loss necessary for a full, wonderful life? Why do I cry at inappropriate times?
Writing with a pencil makes me feel alive, like I am leaving a mark. Even when the paper I write on gets burnt eventually, the ashes will rise up and become part of the world. It is substance, perhaps... proof of the soul?
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Melody (
inreverie) wrote on May 21st, 2009 at 02:24 pm
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so long ago I can't remember now where we began