as intimidated as i am by the idea of aging, the inescapable idea that someday my body will wither and die if i even make it that far, i am surprisingly enough looking forward to future lindsey. me when i'm 24. i can't wait to meet my kids...
on my way home tonight, i was startled by a huge yellow face staring at me. ah, hello, moon... it's been a while, winter depresses you too i've noticed. you tend to hide indoors in your heavenly abode with the fluffy gray curtains drawn tight, and i can't say that i blame you, some days. but that was earlier tonight... as for now, you've never looked so cold and distant. i miss the friendly old familiar moon i used to turn my restless eyes to on those nights where there were no words. sometimes you miss friends even when they're right next to you.
You do.
They're so close you can't reach out far enough to touch them.
I hate that and l**e it at the same time.
It's heart rending and at same tiem uplifting because I know when it comes down to it, I'm free.
Be well, ella.
--nick
That last line should be 'you know' and 'you're' not I. glarb.
hah, I typed forgs on accident but i like that new word, so I'm keeping it as ours.
I was a sexy little man-child, huh? Wonder what went wrong.
And you are right, that entry is a jumbled mess of thoughts crossing thoughts. I should clean it up someday when I'm not so caffeinated.
BTW, I haven't mentioned it, but cool new background, man.
Often practiced, rarely mastered.
But I covered my vanity in my other journal.
you seem cool and i love your diary.