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some of you i’ve been following for such a long time i consider us friends even if we don’t talk at all i consider you a friend so don’t be alarmed...
I will continue to be amazed by the power of words, the beauty which can be lit with them and the vast encompassing darkness of things which words will never get a hold of. Things which have to be experienced.
Tonight.
Well I started this post over 7 minutes ago. During those minutes I wrote the word tonight. Then, i stared blankly at the white screen and flashing cursor. I tried to think of what I really wanted to say in this post, but I got to it and thought “wow I’ve got nothing to say”. Isn’t it weird though, those minutes where I stared at the computer, I’ll never get them back. Not ever again. 7 minutes of my life wasted on nothing but an empty mind.
It’s crazy how time works. I mean think about it.
Every second you are apart of the past, present, and future. That one second, that one moment, is apart of all three of those at exactly the same time.
12:01 now. Goodnight.
I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen, and there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs; we’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories, this is happening. I’m here, and I’m looking at her and she is so beautiful. I can see it, this one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and you see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.
I have always wanted to drive out of my neighborhood, turn right, and then drive straight until I can no longer drive straight anymore. And when there comes a point where you have to go left or right, I will always choose right. I’ll do this until I run out of gas. I wonder where I would end up…
Tonight I was taking a shower, and I just began to think about my high school experience and all the memories. I began to think about senior year and how fast it’s gone by. Next thing I know, I was laying down in my shower, crying tears of joy, as well as tears of sadness. I cried for so long that I fell asleep in the shower. It was nice, in a weird sort of way.
