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"do you wanna go to the christmas dance with me?" two years ago was painful. dressed nice but for naught. i was struck down hard. but yet, that time has passed, and here we are again. and i will for sure save you a dance. happy birthday eric ::: posted by Eddie at 12:51 PM the last day feels like it stays stale and stagnant, but weve only got hours to go. ::: posted by Eddie at 6:25 PM Would you stand by someones decision even if you knew it were wrong? Would you stand near if the decision was not in the best interest? Would you keep close if it wasn’t the right way to go about it all? Would you stand by their decision just because you love them? I for one think its fucking stupid. the countdown drops to 2 ::: posted by Eddie at 10:01 AM the countdown starts at 3 ::: posted by Eddie at 9:59 AM i remember when i would act as if i was asleep so that my dad would pick me up and carry me to bed and tuck me in. i remember when i would repeat the same little jingle to my mother each night before turning to rest..... i see many brothers or sisters, or just plain family members, and they seem like they have this loving connection at all times. they can talk to thier parents about casual things, they can hang out with their brother or sister, they can feel completely comfortable around them at any time. i wonder what happend to that for me. but soon i get another chance at all this. i get a new chance, but its not the same...... ::: posted by Eddie at 8:14 PM no planning, no plotting, no devised schematic of what you will do. we came in this with no idea, and we let it happen. feelings just occurring, and feeling good like a soothing sunny day, or a gay frolicking dance in the rain. my time spent is some of the most enjoyable times ive ever had. ::: posted by Eddie at 6:23 PM with every quick lashing wave off your tongue, you spit from your mouth a grievance of adolescent words formed together to create one more annoying sentance of your ramblings. if you would love to bitch at me, let us settle this in person thursday after school. because you need to get all of this stupid shit out of your system it seems. and i hate the clutter YOU BOTH keep leaving everywhere. so do it, confront me, and bitch at me there. and then, you can stuff it. ::: posted by Eddie at 5:20 PM an entanglement of limbs stretching across torsos and the lower body. mindless play with the hands, and movies watched in excuse. holding one another close as to keep the heat in our own little space. we could lay, and we can never say a word, and i would still feel lucky. lets break the record ::: posted by Eddie at 7:36 PM i cried in my dreams last night. ::: posted by Eddie at 10:12 AM and I await the day, when people with their little problems towards me, will just confront me. And then, we can all get over it. ::: posted by Eddie at 10:02 AM looking out the window of a car, a blur of wonderful colors rushes past like a canvas of oil pastels, pressed with soft fingers and spread accross in one smooth movement. my eyes were glued to the visions of autumn. a small splender, but one none the less. these little things are pretty fancies that i love to watch. life is viewtiful ::: posted by Eddie at 10:17 PM |
