I've always had this thought, (and feel free to tell me your thoughts also) of what someone would do if they only had a brief moment with me before I died.
Oh you know what I do..tell our history and our journey for the millionth time..well only a brief moment? I'd tell yah I love you and how..I wrote your name in the sky but the wind blew it away...I wrote your name in the sand and the tides washed it away..And I wrote your name in my heart and forever it will stay! I guess I'd stay by yah every moment and every breathe you had left..I'd..I wouldn't let go..I'm in a uber girlie mode today..romantics..wow we're just funny people...why you aren't dying are yah? :O
I've never met you, and for some reason decided to look up your journal after seeing you leave an amusing comment in a friend's journal.
I'd thank you. I'd thank you for reminding me of what made me happy. Of what I have been missing over the last year. You reminded me of that euphoric feeling of learning about the world. That curiousity, that epiphany feeling. That feeling that everyday you wake up and you understand another subtlety to existence. Going to class everyday, in Boston, has all but smashed my spirits. I've been quite unhappy as of lately, but for some strange reason, the simple pleasure of reading your journal has lifted my spirits. Even if this uplift is only temporary, and is more just me being melodramatic, I'd still thank you, stranger, for just reminding me of how I miss my center.
AWW that's probably the sweetest comment I've received lately...
I love getting comments from people who randomly find my journal. I'm glad that I can experience things and be able to write about them in detail like I do. Writing and art is my only gift, being able to read back at everything I write and still feel the same way I did when I wrote it makes me feel so grateful that I'm a decent writer. And then people like you and me can get simple enlightenment from them only makes it better
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"You're going to die in a minute.. that sucks."
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I'd thank you. I'd thank you for reminding me of what made me happy. Of what I have been missing over the last year. You reminded me of that euphoric feeling of learning about the world. That curiousity, that epiphany feeling. That feeling that everyday you wake up and you understand another subtlety to existence. Going to class everyday, in Boston, has all but smashed my spirits. I've been quite unhappy as of lately, but for some strange reason, the simple pleasure of reading your journal has lifted my spirits. Even if this uplift is only temporary, and is more just me being melodramatic, I'd still thank you, stranger, for just reminding me of how I miss my center.
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I love getting comments from people who randomly find my journal. I'm glad that I can experience things and be able to write about them in detail like I do. Writing and art is my only gift, being able to read back at everything I write and still feel the same way I did when I wrote it makes me feel so grateful that I'm a decent writer. And then people like you and me can get simple enlightenment from them only makes it better
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