Hm.
Date: Jul 27th, 2005 8:43:06 pm - Subscribe
Mood: odd
Music: Elysian Fields - "Tides of the Moon"
Do you all remember last year? Just a little bit more than a year ago it was. Everything was so new. So fresh. New frienships just coming to be.
Sitting down in that dim basement. The decorative lights illuminating the tiled floor. Pleasant smoke rising from thin sticks caressing our senses. The electronic music beeping, blaring and bumping through the air. The connection that bound us all together was incredible. Looking at the clock and just wishing that I could stay down there all night. We all felt the friendship, I know it. The boy getting all the attention. The boy who joked a lot and spoke his mind. The quiet boy who spoke but kept those undeniable feelings to himself. The young girl seeking that one thing to make her whole again. The lively girl who loved to jump and socialize with friends. The quiet girl who was looking for a relationship in all the wrong places. And the two young lovers who never seemed to be good for eachother. Anyone who was there and says they did not feel that friendship is in denial.
It's a shame that all of that is lost. A real shame. I feel sorry for those who have put out and tried to reconnect only to find out some people won't cooperate. Maybe it's for the best though. Sadly our single group has become two groups. Me being stuff right in the middle. It would be great to recreate what was made last year in that basement, but I have false hopes. Although, there is still a tiny light that still flickers in hope.
Things have changed. It's plain as day, and everyone knows it. All I am doing right now is stating old facts. I can sense the change in everyone, and I am sure they can do the same. From minor things, to drastic things. There is also the thought that these oldtime friends no longer like eachother. Parting is one thing, but this small hate is unexplained. Maybe it's just me, and I'm over estimating things. This change is so strong that it leaves an odd feeling in these summer days.
Someone new steps into the picture now. Already accepted. Very cool to add as well. ^.^ Many good times to come ahead.
Onto another subject. Judgement. Personally, I think it's foolish to judge someone's way of writing. If they choose to write it in a way that touches poetry or anything else, so be it. Would you rather read about the rundown of their week through dull words? The boring stories that we all share. Small talk. If you don't like it, then don't read it. And being more direct to the person who has done this, you probably think that I am standing up for others. Well I'm not. You have done it to me too, and the whole concept of it is dumb.
I hope some of you enjoyed this.
Comments: (2)
phantasmic - July 27th, 2005 |
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playwright - July 29th, 2005 |
