FRIENDS ONLY Yeah, these kinds of journals can be incredibly annoying, but I don't like thinking that people are reading things I write when I have no idea who they are. Comment and I'll probably add you...unless you TypE LiK Dis, or something else that I find incredibly annoying. Yes I know the date's off, now this lovely entry will grace the top of my page forever and always.
wow, it's been forever since i've been on here. finally got my laptop back, which lead to a new layout.. and then i decided to update. not much to say. mm.. go llamas.
My input on Jason's entry on fear.. and Lori's poem
the quickening of blood that accompanies these feelings warming your veins as it pulses to the tempo of your heart beating at a rate which supasses that which is known, this has never been felt before. shadows in corners of eyes fade back into the night making you believe they're only figments of the minds speeding imagination seeing the things you wish you had right in front of your face reaching out only to find they're intangible. the words push their way to your lips but you swallow them back down closing your eyes, pushing them away, afraid of what they may produce. Is the risk worth the reward?
Hot tears stain cheeks With splotchy roads That tell the whispered tales Of the hopes lost to reality. I cling to the only things I have But they don’t seem to be enough. They’re wearing down with age Tattering and tearing so I can hold no longer. Letting go is the hardest thing To the dreams that once seemed so real The images that danced in my head Once just an arms length from my reality Are fading with the seasons And as winter turns to spring They finally slip away.
The clock ticks That slow monotonous noise It echoes in my head as I wait For what I don’t know, Something I can not explain Something that I haven’t known A Christmas with snow lightly falling Blanketing the earth with a gentle hand The spark of electricity from another’s touch Knowing that it has to be love. A baby taking it’s careful first step Stumbling into it’s mothers awaiting arms Curling up in your daddy’s lap Feeling that you’re finally safe The things I’ve never experienced What I think about What I dream of As the clock ticks on.
Sitting in lunch, and Heather wanted to be mentioned in my journal, so, here's a tribute to Heather, or, Ill just put her James rant ( heather's madnessCollapse ) And Lori just made my day. Sitting here looking at my comments she saw my icon, and asked who it was a picture of. I told her, and she got very excited, thinking that the actual Green Day singer was commenting on my journal. Oh how I love Lori.
