Not Yet

[sinistral]

I suppose that the day will come when I will be face-to-face with my greatest fear.

It won't be a gray morning or a rainy afternoon, nor will it be a deep black night, a darkness that only happens when my eyes are shut tight after crying over the loss of a loved one.

Because I haven't lost you yet.

The sun will be up high.  A soft breeze will cool

Comments

[tissuepaperpoet]

You can't end something, I don't even know how to begin.

It's funny. How everything else seems dead around this part of cyberuniverse. Reading your posts, albeit a little dreary, seems comforting enough.

Okay, I'll exit now. Haha. Ice cream?

[sinistral]

I rather like the deadness. Hmm, but I'm glad it's not completely dead (apparently).

Haha, is that ice cream or "ice cream"?

[tissuepaperpoet]

Appetence, sabi ng LJ WOTD. Intense desire; strong natural craving; appetite.

Cosmic, I'd like to think.

So, is it ice cream or "ice cream"? Well if nobody needs to choose, guess we can have both. A digital dairy product of the mind's desire and an actual scoop of gelato preferably on a sugar cone. Flavor? It won't melt easily I hope :) So where should I have it delivered?

Haha. *flings a spoonful of half melted ice cream*

-- Ugh, i missed commenting on journal entries. Profusely. Sorry you had to be the object of this impulse. Smile :) --

[sinistral]

Man, I know. LJ's got something that the newer platforms don't. It's all good!

PS You missed. I understand tho - it's been a while.