I read your poem. I don’t know what to say. It’s been such a long time since you posted any poetry on here I’d forgotten how incredible it is when you do. It’s bittersweet because while the poem is so beautiful, it bites deep because I know what the words mean to you. Or at least, I have an idea. I know I can never truly know being so far away.
Its just being exported as an mp3. Its this girl Era’s favourite song at the moment, she said that she was worried about me and missed me yesterday so I did it for her. The vocals aren’t uh.. yeah, hehe, but its the thought that counts right? o.o”
:D I’m sorry you’re going back because I miss you around here, but I’m glad that you’re leaving me some shouts while you can.
I can’t come to Melbourne. I’m a train wreck and it would be horrible of me to put you through “me” while you’re doing better with yourself. Maybe someday we can both just be people who are comfortable with ourselves. :D Wouldn’t that be wonderful!
Thank you so much for the comments on my post. The fact that you give any thought to me at all is so flattering, ah. You’re amazing and I hope that you are still doing better and safe and all the nice fuzzy warm stuff :)
Hmm, that *is* a breakfast sandwich. I like bacon and egg muffins.. Also, the spell checker just informed me that I’ve been spelling sandwich the wrong way for a looong time, hehe.
Sorry, I didn’t get up early enough to have a lovely breakfast in the morning. However, I did make myself a nice yummy toast and egg sandwich for lunch, which is kind of a breakfast sandwich anyway. hehehe
If you write me in crayons, I’m expecting you to use lots of pretty colors. I don’t want to see pages of nothing but black crayon.
Okie dokie. It will probably be at least two weeks before I get through so you will probably know about it, I should be in there for around a month. I might have to write with crayons if they don’t allow me to have sharp objects, hah =P
Have a lovely sleep, have a nice breakfast for me in the morning :)
hey fletch. I’m gonna hit the hay for now. Please let me know when you’re going to start your treatment thingy. If you can access the internet while you’re there, let me know how things are going. If you can’t, then maybe write me some letters or poetry and then scan them and email them to be after you get home. I will fully expect you to make it home safely. Until you leave, I’ll probably be on pretty much every night. :D
The silent rain that falls, the meadowlark
the winter wind that calls the lovers from the park
the sad and bitter song December sings
these are the lonely things
The sun behind the clouds, the starlese night
when you’re alone in crowds the need for sudden flight
the empty loneliness that parting brings
these are the lonely things
A taste of love too soon gone wrong
the sad mistaken heart that heard the sirens song
and sang along
The waves that drum the shore at morning light
the friends that come no more to try and make things right
the hopes that fly too soon as though on wings
these are the lonely things
I almost feel the same way. In fact I have curled up in the spare bedroom and tried that before. Had an episode last night and feeling pretty low. It was nice to cry again though, nice and familiar o.o
You’re a really awesome woman, really, if you can stay afloat things will work out. Wish that things weren’t being so hard for you.. Ah, come oooon crazy beautiful woman >__< I suppose that you'll work it out in your head eventually, or something will give and choices will open up. Hmmmm, sorry I couldn't be of more help =__="
..no. I have a collection of strange assorted pens and stationary.. a Garfield alarm clock, a little plush polar beat with a scarf, an 8-ball thats a yellow smiley face.. a Super pacman arcade thing, and more! :0
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