Do you remember the man who would peer down on the World below him from off the large city building rooftops where he would go for solace and contemplation - he returned again last night for more solace and contemplation - sitting arched on the edge of a large city building rooftop, looking over the World beneath him while wrapped in warmth by the grandiose cape hanging from off his back.
The last time he sat there he felt lost, saddended and even scared. He returns this time though with hope and a dream, peering gently on the World below as they sleep through the night; he smiles observingly like a child comforted by love. "I can never really know what I will have", he says to himself in his thoughts - thinking of the dream he has, "but I do know what the thought of it gives me", speaking of what the dream has done for him in reply to his first thought.
From here he knows that whether or not his dream comes true - the dream has already saved him.
you know, i think that you've read a lot of my poetry, but i haven't read as much of your entries!
thanks for those references to "love me, love me, say that you love me" and "love you til the end." of course i cared to read them, and as i was reading, i was hit with the epiphany that you write with brilliant style, lolz.
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do you always write entries in third person? it was a very interesting interesting thing for me to notice.
i usually write in first person (well, i haven't been on sitdiary often enough for you to really see a change in my writing lolz), but i'm amazed how you can convey such deep concepts in third person stories.