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 ^__^.
I hope you are home tomorrow during 5th period.
Loving you always,
Devoted Fool
Joe blogged on 2:22 AM
1:51 A.M.
Staying up this late is kinda like a blast from the past ^__^. Though there are two different pasts. The one with the laughter...
and the silent one.
- Devoted Fool
Joe blogged on 1:51 AM
You would think, by the number of times I have done this, that I would be used to waiting. Many times I waited for mother to finish shopping. Many times I waited for father to actually show up. Many times I waited for You. From periods of 1 hour, to many months. And you would think I would just stop waiting. But no. 1:19 and still waiting.
