February 14, 2004

Where Do I Begin

I’ve never been too great at that game of archery. My arrows never really reached any of the game. Though with my amateur archery kit I shot quite eagerly, quite frequently. The very, very few times it happened to make contact, the arrows along with the skill were both poor in quality. Not much to speak of as fars and hits go. The brittle arrows, the unsteady bow, the weak archer, The Solid Targets.

And so now it appears my arrows have been used up in my eagerness. And it appears I am lowering my bow. Done with the shitty arrows and the shitty game. And there is no storm or violent forfeit. Not even a strained disappointment. Just a gentle, understood lowering of a bow. A bow that I no longer like anyway. A game that lost it’s thrill. When I realized air made an unsatisfying target.

And this lowering is not a lament. It’s not a complaint. The kind that were made within the game. It is just a broadcast of the results of the tournamant.

And that’s this guy’s post-Valentine’s Day entry. Not a childish whining.
Just a finishing.

A little too much metaphor I’m sure, too much flowers in the form of words for my current taste… but this is a retro-styled entry for a purpose.

start at the beginning and end at the end… or somewhere in the middle. whatever. childish as it may be i’m boycotting valentines day. i hate hallmark. ~

alainajoann

February 17, 2004

just wanting to know if you’re still alive and well? *hugs*

my diary said that the last time you wrote was 2.2.04 which was your last entry…now I feel stupid that I wrote the above note since it was written a couple days ago…ok…now that I do know you’re alive I feel much better.. archery takes much patience and concentration not to mention practice. *hugs*

El Matto

February 20, 2004

You know, I really like that you’re so accepting of your past and the way things used to be. I think that’s a good thing. Anyway, yeah, slowly but surely our relationship is finding its own place to exist. We won’t make the same mistakes again and I’m just happy that it’s not completely over. Oh, and it’s also good to hear that the bow has been lowered for all the right reasons.

winterist

I taught archery at camp, and we shot at pictures of Nsync for target practice. Not that my story has anything to do with this. Or that it’s interesting. So the verdict : I suck. Go you and your metaphors.

cilantro

February 21, 2004

ryn: well, in that particular case, maybe the best question isn’t “who was she?” but “did she prounouce it like that?”

February 23, 2004

ryn: haha i always thought you’d been around a lot longer than me. it never occurred to me to actually look. i think we’re among the select few who are still on this site after all this time. we should be paid for this or something.

pseudo-me

February 25, 2004

the way i read, this is a good thing… ryn: very good question. furthermore then what value has time at all then if one can’t hold or keep it? then from one moment to the next ‘good’ and ‘bad’ changes too. how do we stand there? i’m feeling glad that you’re with me on this whole thing. very glad.

February 26, 2004

ryn: hahaha, The Passion was not responsible for anything involving Sara and I. It truly is a sad thing to have happened, but her and I are not where we should be to have a really meaningful relationship. I need to grow more and understand who I am and find stability. And she deserves someone who’s already got that and someone who can make her as happy as she deserves to be.