Oh, I am fortunes fool.
I stood on a cliff and thought seriously about jumping off with him standing right behind me, and as if he read my mind, at that exact instant he wrapped his arms around me like a barrier between me and death. It was raining and up so high on that cliff the fog looked like ghosts moving noiselessly among the tall pines. My hair dripped rain like tears down my face as I looked out at the horison, hidden with rainclouds.
He didn't realize I was crying. Tears and rain are really the same thing. My dad once told me that rain is when the gods cry but I think that rain comes as a disguise for one's own tears, or as replacements when you are too empty inside to know you want to cry.
It all sounds like a story I would make up. No, this is my life.
My life that moves steadily like fog through pines. My life like a young girl on the edge of a cliff. My life like rain for tears on pastel faces.
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this was actually a diary entry but i thought it had someting extra to it
Written June 4th, 2005
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Oh my god... Sandy... This was amazing... I know we're not close anymore... I'm not sure if we ever were really...It's unfortunate...I wish we could be closer...I want to know more about what you write...I want to know the pain that fuels your writing...your art...Your soul.... well... Before I get TOO emo over this...It was a great write...Beautiful words molded into shapes and stars...Gorgeous... If you actually write like this in your diary...Then...All the world really is a stage... Good job... <3 U
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