Bottled at the source.

fear is a funny thing. i re-experienced fear today, and remembered that it's not at all the same as dread. today was missing something, and i can't figure out what.. haha, i have a guess, but ah well.

..I wish the best that life has for you..

i want to find a river this summer, not too big, and just -follow it- somewhere. summer's going to be pretty full for me, i just realized, but it should be really fun ^^ look for the dream that never dies, it's right in front of you, holding fast, waiting for you to return though you never will come back to this place.. some stuff's changed, some is pretending to be the same, and some really hasn't changed. anywho, school's evil as always, but pretty close to getting out. i can't wait for winter >.>

There was a man who lived a life of fire.
Even upon the fabric of time,
Where purple becomes orange
And orange purple,
This life glowed,
A dire red stain, indelible;
Yet when he was dead,
He saw that he had not lived.

i have a new blog,which is why i haven't updated much, among other things. if it matters to you, you can ask me for it.. if not, i'll update this every once in a while. ..though if it doesn't matter, i'm not sure why it would be read *puzzled*

oh gods.. the happy memory, the -only one-, is only a dream~#~