8/7 a Thursday, 9:33 pm
08/08/2003 02:06 a.m.
So school starts again tomorrow. Life has once again summed its swiftness up into one day. This is the last weekend that I'll see Sean for a while. The test of our friendship begins Sunday after he is gone. I suppose I'm not worried of the outcome. 'What will be, will be' Songs speak truth because they're poetry with a little make-up on. True poetry is before the make-up, early in the morning- prematurely woken. That's what I long to be. Not simply that girl with the song, but the girl living the poem.
I am currently Detached
I am listening to Third Day- Love Song