What?

Sat, 02 Sep 2006 00:08:07 GMT

inhale.

watch the smoke trails twirling, suspended in midair.

dancing.
exhale. the chaos, a jumbled grey mass, escaping from life, free to wander.

It’s so repetitive. It doesn’t seem to matter, even if It is the only thing that keeps going.

inhale. there’s the dancing again.

if only It were a dance.

exhale. like masses of people on a street, bumping into each other, separating friends, bringing together strangers.

just like It. guess i’ll give in to the cycles.

Inhale.

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 01:28:49 GMT

Yeah.

So.

I am totally using this as my private journal now, for deepdeep thoughts that the general public shouldn't be exposed to.

Very selective, and whatnot.

Add me if you want to know things about me that you probably wouldn't learn just by talking to me. :-D

lalala

Sat, 26 May 2001 23:59:15 GMT

God, im bored. my stomach is screwed up too. oh well. im reading a hp slash fic. they rule.