Book Binding
I’ve been feeling just as empty as another pop song these days… pushed myself aside to do what i’m responsible for since i was popped out… haha. Its been hard to write recently cause all the connections have been discord and I don’t want to be lost in memories… then you won’t make new ones. Its painful to be attached and not at the same time, because you will be responsible for all your actions. I hate that, and thats why alcohol is my friend… haha, friend and enemy. Now, will I watch the descent dissapear into the distance when a memory fades away like a sunset. sigh…
years later you say, hey! how is life, and how do you do? Will you tell me where you are right now or share your journey with me? hehe… you all know I love stories, not the stories in books written by people I don’t know and probably never will. Your story makes more sense because it ties in with mine, and my story is but an appearance in each and every one of your stories. Thats it, I am the string that spins each story together, binds a collection of journeys?… maybe one day I can relate to you about how it all ties together. Till then, I guess I’ll keep listening to each tale and I’ll wonder how much thread I have left in me…
well.. is funny how a book can make u cry and think… but it did…
tfs case….
rOsIe said this on January 10, 2006 at 1:58 pm
Am i your enemy? lol
Fernanda said this on April 25, 2006 at 10:32 am
nicely written and meaningful. i hope i could join you in your journey in binding a book full of stories about life and its miracles.
RomeoBlue said this on November 27, 2006 at 6:31 pm
Forlorn… *Sniff*
Dee said this on April 10, 2008 at 8:20 am