not knowing where to go or who to find, he ended up writing this journal.
he has the life of an ordinary person, yet the way of thinking of a melancholia.
he just doesn't know how to find that four-letter thing.
P. S. the navigator buttons are the colored bookmarks.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
in one night, secrets were told.
we were the same.
we didn't know what this was.
we felt weird.
we talked about it, but we didn't understand.
we tried to let it flow, what it's stuck right at where it's left.
we knew that this wasn't right.
it seemed impossible, but it's not like it's not possible.
yeah, we shared.
we believed.
5:35 PM
