my split ends have known me longer than half of my friends. they were there through depression, frankie, gulf shores. i dyed them black to do them justice, to make them beautiful. a sad beautiful. i had a dream last night, of what i wanted to happen. i was napping, it was just beginning to get dark, it was summer. i had left my normally locked door unlocked on purpose. a humid breeze blew through my open window and blew the shade upwards over me. lost love was playing through the small speakers attatched to my sony walkman. lost love was named "promises" by adema. you walked in, saw me sleeping, didnt wake me. just layed down next to me. loved the breeze, the fresh air, me and you, we broke away. it was us, and only us, and we watched the world move slowly around us, as we moved a thousand times faster. there was no sunset. just the humid breeze, on a summer evening. just the moon, and the stars. and us. _ _ _ _ _ _ im going to england and ireland this summer. does anyone have suggestions about things i should do, that ARENT found in guide books? (i hate those.) especially in england, we are staying there maybe 7-9 days. well, i best be getting to kelseys house. im over an hour late.