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Mercedes: I don't know what dark plan lies within you. Nor do I know by what design we were asked to live without each other these 16 years. But God has offered us a new beginning...
Edmond: God?
Mercedes: Don't slap His hand away.
Edmond: Can I never escape Him?
Mercedes: No, He is in everything.
I just finished watching the movie Count of Monte Cristo not so long ago. What a desireable turn of events. No strings to be unattached, but rather a swift cut of a sword and it all falls down. Vengance is such a beautiful thing. I sometimes wish I could just pull a move of vengence such as Edmond. How swift and how precise. That is what I desire. And in pertinence of the times at hand it is all too stunning.
I won't stop pacing for days at this rate. That wall will surely have a divet in it by the time I move out. Habits are very funny. I pace when I think. Strangely enough I pace to keep myself from thinking. I've even paced to the point of blowing my leg out and then kept going. I am not quite sure why I find such comfort in just moving.
I don't sleep enough anymore. It's not healthy. I just stay awake all night and get a few minutes of sleep here and there. Welcome home insomnia. You are back where you belong. I wish you weren't, but I can't stop you. I'll just have to remember to flip to PBS from time to time.
You know... it's almost amazing how quickly I just flip right over into drive. Then night comes and I lose it. I can hardly stand the night anymore. I miss the sounds of the country. Hell I even long for the sounds of the city. All I have now is the sound of trains, which while not a bad one, is not necessarily a great noise all the time. Reminding myself of how many trains I have watched, hopped, and ran from over the course of my life, depending on when you found me.
... brace yourself.
Edmond: God?
Mercedes: Don't slap His hand away.
Edmond: Can I never escape Him?
Mercedes: No, He is in everything.
I just finished watching the movie Count of Monte Cristo not so long ago. What a desireable turn of events. No strings to be unattached, but rather a swift cut of a sword and it all falls down. Vengance is such a beautiful thing. I sometimes wish I could just pull a move of vengence such as Edmond. How swift and how precise. That is what I desire. And in pertinence of the times at hand it is all too stunning.
I won't stop pacing for days at this rate. That wall will surely have a divet in it by the time I move out. Habits are very funny. I pace when I think. Strangely enough I pace to keep myself from thinking. I've even paced to the point of blowing my leg out and then kept going. I am not quite sure why I find such comfort in just moving.
I don't sleep enough anymore. It's not healthy. I just stay awake all night and get a few minutes of sleep here and there. Welcome home insomnia. You are back where you belong. I wish you weren't, but I can't stop you. I'll just have to remember to flip to PBS from time to time.
You know... it's almost amazing how quickly I just flip right over into drive. Then night comes and I lose it. I can hardly stand the night anymore. I miss the sounds of the country. Hell I even long for the sounds of the city. All I have now is the sound of trains, which while not a bad one, is not necessarily a great noise all the time. Reminding myself of how many trains I have watched, hopped, and ran from over the course of my life, depending on when you found me.
... brace yourself.