"They'll never hurt you like I do..."
Nov. 3rd, 2002 01:46 pmYesterday. I never wrote about it. At least, I did, but I deleted the entry because it was full disjointed words and phrases and musings on the nature of rainwater. It was an unusual experience. I was alone in the rain, and it dripped down through my hair and my eyes clouded over with it.
There was something about it; it made everything merge into one, freshwater mixed with saltwater mixed with mist mixed with shafts of light...
I never like myself when I'm alone. People were doing their Christmas shopping in the rain, and I was feeling lost at the thought of Christmas. I don't like Christmas. I especially don't like it in November, when people have a hundred and one things to do, and no-one ever stops to wonder why they're doing it.
"It's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it..."
There was something about it; it made everything merge into one, freshwater mixed with saltwater mixed with mist mixed with shafts of light...
I never like myself when I'm alone. People were doing their Christmas shopping in the rain, and I was feeling lost at the thought of Christmas. I don't like Christmas. I especially don't like it in November, when people have a hundred and one things to do, and no-one ever stops to wonder why they're doing it.
"It's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it..."
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on 2002-11-03 06:16 am (UTC)Ack, I let you down.
Dammit.
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on 2002-11-03 07:38 am (UTC)Re:
on 2002-11-03 07:46 am (UTC)no subject
on 2002-11-03 12:05 pm (UTC)Re:
on 2002-11-03 01:07 pm (UTC)On a serious note, I would love to try NaNoWriMo, but I don't know... I'm not really old enough to have anything to write a novel about!
"And you tell me that it's over, and I wake up lying in a patch of four-leaf clover..."
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on 2002-11-03 06:24 pm (UTC)