It is 2:36am. I am suddenly reminded of Kristina, for it must have been this hour when she wrote the inside jokes to her long-time friend upon the bathroom mirror--using lipstick that she never wore. Possibly, it was later in the morning. It is, nevertheless, at this hour that I am most haunted by her ghost... and our stories.
I suppose it is just, as this is my first serious journal entry, that it flirt with the seriousness of her memory.
Here's to words, and their impossible nature.
I suppose it is just, as this is my first serious journal entry, that it flirt with the seriousness of her memory.
Here's to words, and their impossible nature.
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reina_confundida:
......to keep your journal noisy and raucous while you're temporarily away from the 'puter........
reina_confundida:
.....but i don't know, i kind of like the quiet in here. i drove the hour home from work after dark fell tonight and chased a heat lightening storm across southern new england, watching the lightening strike without sound. your journal is like that today.