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Dumkluk heart
Aug. 14th, 2003 09:18 amThe mind has it right. This place is close to Paradise, the weather's a textbook definition of what summer should be, and anyone who reads this journal entry would likely commit murder to be in my shoes. Except, you know, for the seventeen months without a regular job, or half the family recovering from nightmare medical procedures, and that.
The heart didn't get the message, though. Activity in a house up the hill, overlooking the port, and I winced. Home of someone who couldn't be called more than a summer crush, really. I remembered, she forgot. She lives the life of the Beautiful People. I don't. She got married, set up for the happily ever after. I ... didn't. Her star has been ascendant. Mine ... hey, look, what made that crater?
It shouldn't matter. After all, I've been shot down since, by other people. You get shot down enough times, you learn there's a sort of art to hitting the ground.
It shouldn't matter. You hear that, heart? Quit sulking about what never could have been and just sit back and enjoy Paradise.
*sigh* Is my heart even *listening* anymore?
Close entry.
The heart didn't get the message, though. Activity in a house up the hill, overlooking the port, and I winced. Home of someone who couldn't be called more than a summer crush, really. I remembered, she forgot. She lives the life of the Beautiful People. I don't. She got married, set up for the happily ever after. I ... didn't. Her star has been ascendant. Mine ... hey, look, what made that crater?
It shouldn't matter. After all, I've been shot down since, by other people. You get shot down enough times, you learn there's a sort of art to hitting the ground.
It shouldn't matter. You hear that, heart? Quit sulking about what never could have been and just sit back and enjoy Paradise.
*sigh* Is my heart even *listening* anymore?
Close entry.
