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Yesterday night I played songs for Mark so that we could start working on a music video come the new year. There was a point this year, and the year before, and the one before that, that made me doubt what I was doing in New York. Its perfectly clear (momentarily) what I should be doing. I havent really felt a sense of magic since my return to the states in July. If anything, much magic was lost...this past year, but 2007 is near, and I do believe in signs.
I had an interest in listening to Tori again (which is always a good sign). I started crying again... in secrecy, of course. I suppose there are few people who understand people who cry as the world lifts from their shoulders, rather than by sadness. It was one measly tear, but it was a strong one, and it almost invited a friend to follow.
I remember sitting under my loftbed on Rivington talking to the Winter Wind. He sent blue balloons down the street laughing hautily while assuming that his reign would continue throughout the next season. It never did, but when he comes in through the window I hide my grin. Some things should never know their importance.
The others laugh in the room down the hall, and I feel safe. When the notes come out of my piano it comes inside from the out, rather than coming out from the inside.
My Queen, you always have a way of sneaking in. You are standing behind me, but it is not time to leave. As I have said before, I believe in signs, and I have a thought that magic is at hands reach. After I finish these spells then I will return home.
I had an interest in listening to Tori again (which is always a good sign). I started crying again... in secrecy, of course. I suppose there are few people who understand people who cry as the world lifts from their shoulders, rather than by sadness. It was one measly tear, but it was a strong one, and it almost invited a friend to follow.
I remember sitting under my loftbed on Rivington talking to the Winter Wind. He sent blue balloons down the street laughing hautily while assuming that his reign would continue throughout the next season. It never did, but when he comes in through the window I hide my grin. Some things should never know their importance.
The others laugh in the room down the hall, and I feel safe. When the notes come out of my piano it comes inside from the out, rather than coming out from the inside.
My Queen, you always have a way of sneaking in. You are standing behind me, but it is not time to leave. As I have said before, I believe in signs, and I have a thought that magic is at hands reach. After I finish these spells then I will return home.