2.6.2002
 
Sometimes I wish I could fly. Well, not the frantic flapping of wings like a butterfly or a hummingbird. Just, more like floating or falling of a cliff, then reversing directions. falling over and up. Like I was gliding.

That's how I feel at least; standing on this hill, I have a view of the edge of the world. The curtan of clouds pulled aside, I can see the grand stage of night. Obsidian lit from the light of so many stars. As long as I don't look down, the canopy surrounds me completely. As long as I can fool my logic, that I would be content. That I could peer past the darkness and into infinity. But I must look down, for there you are.

Seems like you've been standing there for quite some time, arms resting against the metal guard rail. Moonlight kindly lends her soft hues to shine upon us. Surrounded in and bathed by a cobalt glow. All the better to give this moment the quality of a dream. A celtic hero happening upon some sprite, just out of her view while he watches her bathe. Except that I am no water sprite. But the expression you wore spoke differently. Could I possibly enchant you just standing there and viewing the stars?

You are by far the more beautiful object.

Eyes almost glowing, you could blind me with those the precious stones set into your face. Like cold fire soothing the sking. he perfect slant of your eyes invite. Your hair soft, cascading down and onto your face with the subtlest curve. Chestnut and dark, the sheen suggesting the grain of a mahogany desk. Or swirls of mocha on a sweet pastry. Yes, I like the pastry better...


Need to severely reword that.

Why am I writing again? Because it has been far too long since I've written solely for my own pleasures. And I have so many scenarios racing through my mind that I feel I should write them down sometime. And with enough encouragement from others, I have begun to do so.

But Algebra homework has that specialy quality of sapping all my urge to write. So I cannot write much more at the moment.
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Today was... a decent day. English was the same old schtick, the substitute in World History successfully lost all favor with our class, worked with corrosive chemicals in Chemistry, and painted incessantly in art. Also got information for my class ring (a packet of forms and such including a cd-rom ring-designer) which I'm looking forward to designing.

I avoided nearly all contact with him today. Until school ended that is. It's not my fault that he came over just to say hi.

And yes, I'm still sending him a Valentine.

The negativity of yesterday's musings has passed....
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Can my feelings of slight jealousy be justified? Do I really have the right to be jealous that my two friends get along so well that they've begun to lessen their attention towards me?

And even then, why do I always strive to keep myself in the other people's minds?

Grrr... attention... grrr

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