Misty Memories

[proudlyfallen]

The engine clicks, angry at being left to cool down in the setting sun, all alone except for the rubber bases running around the pitcher’s mound, and the rocks ringing the packed dirt, taunting the car at being trapped there, as immobile as they are. “Do you really think she is coming back for you? Do you even know why you are here? We know… we

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[bigdaddyum_yum]

Man that was really powerful. Really good. I have this thing about memories and how they effect people. How it can make some people or break them. How people can get lost in them. I love when its dramatically used, (specially in poetry) and you used it pretty good.
I think i once read that people have dreams and they have memories and those that start to have more memories then dreams become lost.
Anyway, i hope i understand it as you meant people to take it as. My literary sense has been out the window lately.
But again, really good. really powerful.

[proudlyfallen]

Thank you for the compliment. Haven't heard from you in a while; how're you doing?

[bigdaddyum_yum]

same here. Haven't heard from you in ages. last i heard you were in Connecticut or something.

I been doing pretty good. Ups and downs, but mostly pretty good. Overall anyway. Lives been going quick. class = ok.

How about you. it must have been at least a year since i last talk to you. Hope things have been going well. How is life? Any challenges? any rewards? how has everything been? Awesome i hope!

[proudlyfallen]

Well, my life is generally not shouted about publicly on LJ... lol. Feel free to e-mail me (this screen name, at Yahoo) if you want to talk.

[talaandra]

Verra nice! Thanks for sharing this.

[proudlyfallen]

You are quite welcome. Out of curiosity, how did you find my journal?

[talaandra]

I think I came across you from a comment posted in nonwiccanpagans. Hope you don't mind. :)

[proudlyfallen]

Nope, I don't mind at all! I was just curious.