Thoughts in a room--May 26, 2006

Jun 13, 2006 21:14

            My grandmother died sometime shortly after that. I spent a long night in my room, drinking because that felt like a reason. Like the movies where people go haywire drunk, bottom bottling long nights. I didn’t even know my grandmother that well. But things just told me I should lament for a time on it. I wrote some songs or sketched ( Read more... )

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chef_brockett June 14 2006, 04:33:01 UTC
Excellent journal entry. I like this reflective tone, there is a lot of room in reflection for great prose. Most people who write don't realize that. They like to call it sentimentality.

Moments like this need to be capitalized upon. Frozen in amber. Those lump in the throat moments.

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Hmmm... justinsmith1 June 14 2006, 05:01:47 UTC
I'm glad you captured this in writing, Matt - well done, well written, well well...

And I hope your trip up north goes well - I know it will. I haven't called - and when I did, only briefly - because I know you're taking this time to revel in being on your own, removed from Xavier now. I feel like it's your time to get away - not to be tied down - like it's your time to break free. And I won't call for a brief while - I want to let you experience it fully.

But do me a favor - make sure and keep writing in your journal, and - at some point - we need to make arrangements to get together before summer's gone.

Keep at it, Matt - I'm glad the voices are screaming at you, and I just hope they don't ever stop.

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