Sitting here, I think I've become obsessed with doing things that are "impossible" and obtaining unknown knowledge. Accomplish long time goals.
Tonight I sleep with one eye open, one eye closed. Closed to rest, open to be ready. Call me Love, dont ever forget.
If only I could sleep the endless sleep, and explore the vastness of time. A wandering spirit, has all the time in the world to explore the unknown. But thats for later in (after) life. For now, I just want to prove myself, and be happy.
Smiling here, thinking of all the good times. I'm crying, though for the first time, these are happy tears.
I just finished watching .hack//Dusk. A certain line caught my eye: "I don't want to have those memories again."
I thought of the inverse. And I thought of all the times we spent together. Maybe these are just tears from being tired, but why am I smiling?
Is wanting more, so bad? Is it wrong? I've had more than I thought I would ever recieve. And I find myself finding more. So I look forward to the future, whatever story it has to write down.
I still hold the torch, with the Flame of Hope. And I think, its brighter now. I think I can find my way out of this dreaded forest. I will find you ^__^.
