I think it's time.
I cleaned up my friends list - mostly people who haven't updated in years- and some, not.
I think it's time for me to let go. I've had this journal a very long time... since 2000. I've met some great people, many that I no longer know.
I'm sorry.
"Even as the last patch of afternoon dissolves into the lawn, you are going. You go in the smoke, in the light, in the road going east. You go as boiled soup goes, the pot signed to blackness. You go though you do not. Though you don't move, you go. There you are. Then you are gone."
I think it's time for me to let go. I've had this journal a very long time... since 2000. I've met some great people, many that I no longer know.
I'm sorry.
"Even as the last patch of afternoon dissolves into the lawn, you are going. You go in the smoke, in the light, in the road going east. You go as boiled soup goes, the pot signed to blackness. You go though you do not. Though you don't move, you go. There you are. Then you are gone."