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i can't believe summer is over.
can you?
:(
Anyways, i worked, got one more sketch on my wall, and met up with friends later on to have ice cream at cold stone and then paint the rock (which a group of people were itching to paint over... so i'm assuming by now, 15 minutes later, that it's gone.)
We slowly moved out to the street and softly spoke our goodbyes. We gave long hugs and promises to call or keep in touch, assurances that we would return and thoughts of eachother would bumble in haloed circles around our heads every passing day that we were apart. It was all so very sad but really warming at the same time, to feel like you share some strong bond that is a puzzling, growing but at the same time stagnant bubble of friendships. You can point at a mass of something and know exactly what you are going to miss, instead of struggling to figure out changed feelings or empty desires... you have heaving breathing people that are wonderful and perfect in their quirky mixed up ways. They are their own style but not limited to it. They smile but you know their struggles. They laugh but you know they cry, and you know what about. To find something like that is what makes life living worth.
can you?
:(
Anyways, i worked, got one more sketch on my wall, and met up with friends later on to have ice cream at cold stone and then paint the rock (which a group of people were itching to paint over... so i'm assuming by now, 15 minutes later, that it's gone.)
We slowly moved out to the street and softly spoke our goodbyes. We gave long hugs and promises to call or keep in touch, assurances that we would return and thoughts of eachother would bumble in haloed circles around our heads every passing day that we were apart. It was all so very sad but really warming at the same time, to feel like you share some strong bond that is a puzzling, growing but at the same time stagnant bubble of friendships. You can point at a mass of something and know exactly what you are going to miss, instead of struggling to figure out changed feelings or empty desires... you have heaving breathing people that are wonderful and perfect in their quirky mixed up ways. They are their own style but not limited to it. They smile but you know their struggles. They laugh but you know they cry, and you know what about. To find something like that is what makes life living worth.