the last post i will ever create.
yes, the time has arrived
addressed: to whomever it concerns.
ready and waiting for this and me, to move on.
headed somewhere out of the area
the one where we all realize "my where has the time gone?"
we've all grown up.
waking up each morning means one day older.
and at any rate, we can consider, age as beauty. or treason of innocence.
but you know, its not going anywhere anytime soon. understand this,
like when you stop for a minute, and try to name the color of the evening horizon.
and you'll decide on "grayish orange", or "pinkish beige".
perhaps for a few shining moments, we learn to relish this
and live like children.
so whether you're doing well, or maybe still working on just doing,
there's always something to make worth your while.
in passing, i heard an old timer break silence,
and a betting man would believe
its all he'd learned in half a century.
when he said to us:
"anything can happen, every once in a while."
and with that, i'll announce that im done with livejournal.
im going to consolidate my thoughts to my one, real paper journal.
all leather bound and scented like cheap ink. but its tangible, and worthwhile.
2 years later.
farewell.
addressed: to whomever it concerns.
ready and waiting for this and me, to move on.
headed somewhere out of the area
the one where we all realize "my where has the time gone?"
we've all grown up.
waking up each morning means one day older.
and at any rate, we can consider, age as beauty. or treason of innocence.
but you know, its not going anywhere anytime soon. understand this,
like when you stop for a minute, and try to name the color of the evening horizon.
and you'll decide on "grayish orange", or "pinkish beige".
perhaps for a few shining moments, we learn to relish this
and live like children.
so whether you're doing well, or maybe still working on just doing,
there's always something to make worth your while.
in passing, i heard an old timer break silence,
and a betting man would believe
its all he'd learned in half a century.
when he said to us:
"anything can happen, every once in a while."
and with that, i'll announce that im done with livejournal.
im going to consolidate my thoughts to my one, real paper journal.
all leather bound and scented like cheap ink. but its tangible, and worthwhile.
2 years later.
farewell.