Thursday, January 17, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
thoughts at midnight
Je t'aime.. I love you. Strong words. Simple. How do you know? How do you know if you mean it? Does it just feel right? Or do you just pretend every time? You like them, but do you love them.
Right.. 5 letters, means many things. It could mean perfect, yes, i don't believe you, i'm just agreeing with you to make you feel better.
If you were here.. then it would be right. In the first meaning.
The strings on the guitar vibrate. Each time the pick passes over them a strong clear sound is made.
Music had a different affect on everyone. For me, acoustic guitar is the best. Memories. The last night of camp. Everyone singing, two guitars, drums, Loucke's solo. Candlelight in the building, giving a softer look to everyone.
One guitar, one song. Stars above us, earth below. Fire a bit away. The hushed whispers of bored kids.
Cookies and milk later. Tears and hugs. Goodnights, more hugs.
Three o'clock: no one is asleep. Two beds pushed together, everyone and their covers, talking.
7:30, more crying and promising to go next year.
8 o'clock: Mica and I leave. A few last hugs and a "Bye!" yelled out the car window..
What if all the people you cared for got on a plane. All of them. And flew away. What would you do? What if they weren't coming back for a while? Then what? Would you call every day? Would you write every week? Would you send a text message every month, or a whisper into the night every year? What if they all got on a plane and flew to meet you tomorrow? Would you jump for joy? What if the plane crashed? What if...
That would be horrible.
i think its possible to care for someone. i mean care for them, not .. i don't know what i mean. i love him like a brother, better than my own some times. because he was there for me when i really needed someone, anyone. he picked me up and put me back on my feet. and for that, i thank you
that day was bad.. the day after the "fight". not much of a fight really, just me telling him and him, well, telling me how he felt. i had the boy in second hour.. he noticed something was odd and asked if i was ok. i told him i was fine, just tired. partially true.. i was tired..but no-wheres near ok. (( Faith, Hope, Love. Never Forget. )) i couldn't get the courage up to tell him then, or even when we were walking. i kinda floated through the day, floated is the wrong word. sulked is a better one. floating is up, flying. sulking is down, slow.. fourth hour i thought i was going to cry. it was bad.. thank the lord for my friend. he lifted me up a little during school. afterwards we walked for a little bit. i told him"Thank you for being my friend." i thought i was going to cry right there in front of him. im not afraid to cry in front him. (i have before... an odd day......) he hugged me and said he would be there for me. after he left, i wasn't sulking anymore. but i definitely wasn't flying. i was walking with my head up and almost a smile. i told the boy what i had to tell him the next day at lunch, he was nice about it and we're still cool.
an overall bad day, but i walked out of it ok.
Right.. 5 letters, means many things. It could mean perfect, yes, i don't believe you, i'm just agreeing with you to make you feel better.
If you were here.. then it would be right. In the first meaning.
The strings on the guitar vibrate. Each time the pick passes over them a strong clear sound is made.
Music had a different affect on everyone. For me, acoustic guitar is the best. Memories. The last night of camp. Everyone singing, two guitars, drums, Loucke's solo. Candlelight in the building, giving a softer look to everyone.
One guitar, one song. Stars above us, earth below. Fire a bit away. The hushed whispers of bored kids.
Cookies and milk later. Tears and hugs. Goodnights, more hugs.
Three o'clock: no one is asleep. Two beds pushed together, everyone and their covers, talking.
7:30, more crying and promising to go next year.
8 o'clock: Mica and I leave. A few last hugs and a "Bye!" yelled out the car window..
What if all the people you cared for got on a plane. All of them. And flew away. What would you do? What if they weren't coming back for a while? Then what? Would you call every day? Would you write every week? Would you send a text message every month, or a whisper into the night every year? What if they all got on a plane and flew to meet you tomorrow? Would you jump for joy? What if the plane crashed? What if...
That would be horrible.
i think its possible to care for someone. i mean care for them, not .. i don't know what i mean. i love him like a brother, better than my own some times. because he was there for me when i really needed someone, anyone. he picked me up and put me back on my feet. and for that, i thank you
that day was bad.. the day after the "fight". not much of a fight really, just me telling him and him, well, telling me how he felt. i had the boy in second hour.. he noticed something was odd and asked if i was ok. i told him i was fine, just tired. partially true.. i was tired..but no-wheres near ok. (( Faith, Hope, Love. Never Forget. )) i couldn't get the courage up to tell him then, or even when we were walking. i kinda floated through the day, floated is the wrong word. sulked is a better one. floating is up, flying. sulking is down, slow.. fourth hour i thought i was going to cry. it was bad.. thank the lord for my friend. he lifted me up a little during school. afterwards we walked for a little bit. i told him"Thank you for being my friend." i thought i was going to cry right there in front of him. im not afraid to cry in front him. (i have before... an odd day......) he hugged me and said he would be there for me. after he left, i wasn't sulking anymore. but i definitely wasn't flying. i was walking with my head up and almost a smile. i told the boy what i had to tell him the next day at lunch, he was nice about it and we're still cool.
an overall bad day, but i walked out of it ok.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
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