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Blurty for xlaurenx.
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| Monday, September 27th, 2004 |
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You put them away in the furthermost crevice of your mind, and somehow they push their way back to the front. Sure, sometimes, you'd thought about them. When you heard a certain song. When you saw their picture. When a chain of memories led to that final link that was them. Often, it was like waking up from a dream. Sometimes, it really was just that. But for the most part, you left them behind. You had to, to make room for others. Once, they were your best friend / your lover / your confidante / your hero. Then, they were gone. Now, here they are again, smiling back at you, as if they'd never left. I thought of you, they say. I still remember, they say. I was just wondering how you were. Well I was doing just fine before you came back, you want to answer, and now I am a mess again. Of course you don't say that at all. You tell them you thought about them too, because you did, and that it's nice to hear from them, because it is. You tell them how you've been, where you've gone and who you are now; a lot has changed. You are starting over, and you don't know what that means. In some cases, it's like they'd never left. In others, it's like they were never there in the first place. |
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| Sunday, September 26th, 2004 |
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The days are zooming by. This morning, I stepped outside surprised that clouds hung low and a chill filled the air. I was still dressed for summer. I'm excited for autumn, for corduroy and denim and sweaters and tights. For cuddling and cocoa. For falling leaves. For turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes. For the next four-day weekend. For everything else that comes with this time of year. Hopefully, this autumn will be better than the last. So far, so good. And I am so happy. My brother will be in town and my toenails are pink and the leaves on the sidewalk go crunchcrunch as I walk. Perfection is in the eye of the beholder. |
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Blurty for xlaurenx.
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