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[wartimeheroine]

on this, the first day of spring, i made my way to the airport at five in the morning. i felt anxious and the stars were pressing themselves up against the windshield as we drove. i would have rolled down the window to embrace them all, let them fall into my lap, but once the sun broke open on the eastern horizon they began their slow retreat into

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[agreeably]

this was beautiful. really.

[wartimeheroine]

ah thank you. but of course, sometimes confusion, when translated with so-called "beautiful words" does appear to be a beautiful emotion itself, no?

[wartimeheroine]

lately i've been using little bits and pieces of words i've written in my paper journal. [those things are raw and honest and ugly and rapidly jotted down with ink. when blended with more careful thought, a hybrid like this appears online. voilà!] it's a cheap way to break out of silence. in all honesty, with the exception of letters to you, i haven't written anything in ages.

*so to answer your question: wanting to break out of silence is the worst of all. the silence is calming, a comfort; the wait is tedious--- but to need words and language again.. that is the hardest part.

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this summer i really delved into many great polish authors. you reminded me of gombrowicz the other evening with your quotation. merci! x

[wartimeheroine]

i used to do that; just sit down and type. these days the words still come [unedited] but like you mentioned, i just release them to the wind; flow in and out.

as for you being a clumsy writer - do you mean in your scripts, livejournal, or something else? i love your words because they are raw and honest. i always value emotion [poignancy, honesty] more than beauty.

[yeuxfumeux]

There is nothing else like an airport in the early morning, when the light hasn't yet emerged. The atmosphere is solemn yet jubilant simultaneously. If I didn't live so far from Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport, I would seriously consider getting a job there in a newstand. I'd live vicariously through the travellers, and constantly imagine that I am embarking on a journey.

Your words always unravel so effortlessly, so beautifully.
and, have you decided on a university?

[wartimeheroine]

airports can be the most depressing thing when you're not the one leaving. however i too am enthralled with the stories of travellers; i give them names and histories and destinations in my mind. beautiful people really.

& my words. i always value honesty so much more than beauty.
i hope people see these entries for what they are; segments of truth and not just pretty writing for the sake of pretty writing.
you know?

as for university - i still don't know where i'm going. it's so confusing! i hope to be in washington DC or chicago but i'll know for certain later next month. x

[the_masumi]

Best of luck! I'm nervous too about college. And you are beautiful.

[wartimeheroine]

don't be nervous! and YOURE the one who is beautiful. seriously. masumi is all grown up now :[

[oceanfloors]

oh you, oh you, oh you. i never have enough to give you what you deserve.

[wartimeheroine]

i deserve a cold shower and a hot cup of coffee.
[nothing like a little disaster for sorting things out]

[starsincrown]

I have little else to say other than this is without question, the most beautifully descriptive thing I've read of yours.

You're one of those people with the sort of hidden passion that I would love to sit down and talk with. And then you'd probably make me feel inadaquate; but it'd all be totally worth it, I'm sure.

[wartimeheroine]

ah, thank you. that's quite kind. [what can i say? airports inspire me, hah.]

*believe me. i feel inadaquate around most people. i highly doubt i could make you feel as such. :]