Somber and resplendent, like the twilight. But as moonlight approaches, twilight becomes bleak.

Mar 10, 2006 20:36

I miss those times Like back in the day When the chick was chill And you had something to say About this About me About everything.

I can't wait until I have childern. I'm going to give them the world. But then again, isn't that the wish of every subsiding parent, to give their child everything they could ever want? The problem is, things change once you hit the bottom.

Today I began to think how much I miss people and who they used to be, rather than who they are. It's a shame, to dwell on such an aspect of one's personality. Thus, the old friends whom I cherish so much that have failed to remian consistent have provided par for the course of my dissapointment; the emotion stating that I want to know them, not who they are. And if failure to acquire such acquaintance approaches, I might just have to say goodbye. I will say goodbye.
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