May 29, 2004

06:21 PM

6:21 PM

i sat below the stars i love so dearly and again i looked for that silvery lustrous glitter to wish on, to escape to. to my dismay there wasn’t a single glimmer of light, just the dull yellow glow of streetlights and the flickering smoky pigments of the campfire. i suspect the stars have abandoned me to avoid the smoky cumulus clouds threatening to asphxiate their incandescent beauty. i suspect the stars i love so dearly have followed you my love, to the ebony darkness so far northeast from here, where they can shine more platinum and luminous than ever, leaving only the solitary moon, faded and wilting under my starlit gaze.

god i miss you.

so i’ll sit here quietly, impatiently, calling on Aeolos to blow away the threatening shapes that have overtaken the sky in silent battle so that you can come back to me. i know you’re returning soon but i know i won’t shake this empty darkness until you lead back my starry skies.

conundrum;

May 30, 2004

you write with such ease; it’s breathtaking.

holy goddess, that was amazing writingif i’ve ever seen it.i agree with above noter,this is so fluid and flowing,it’s incredible, this talent you have.it’s funny how it expresses my exact emotionsright at this very second.would you mind if i posted this in my own diary,i’d give you credit x 100 of course.xo

(if you’d rather i didn’t post it,i’ll definitely understand,and i won’t post it til i hear from you,one way or another.)^_^ xo

thank you, dearest.oh, and i forgot to tell you how muchi like that picture on your front page. ^_^xo

i love your diary, it never ceases to amaze me. <3

paranoid asteroid

May 31, 2004

wow.ryn// i’ve decided to give up on the crushingbecause no one seems to quite understand the idea of crushing for the sake of crushing.they all think it’s real.it’s only momentary, impermanent. something to pass the time.(and don’t even get me started on bathing suits.i get way too girly and obnoxious.)love you,

i begin.

no no.i have the impression that i am wasting your precious time.instead of reading my worthless piece of fake poetry/prose,you could be writing down the words that cross your mind and come out of your heart.that way i could perhaps learn something.take care.

a way out.

sigh. i know this darkness way too much. love this.

her hit list

somehow, the stars always come back. xo;

two a.m.

i can’t shake this, either. your words are always so gorgeous i don’t know what to say.

gray machine

Darling, you lie when you say you can’t write as well as me.You write better.I never knew anyone could sew so many beautiful words about stars and the sky,but you’ve proved me wrong.By the way, I simply love your diary front page.