Random thoughts on the morning of the 13th.
when it’s quiet and i’m bored, i always end up writing stuff like this… it’s kinda strange… waking up the next day, reading the stuff you wrote the night before, and going “hmmm…”. it’s almost like giving yourself advice.
of course one or two of these little passages aren’t all that new, but hey… <b>random thoughts</b>… i can think of stuff i wrote a few months back can’t i?
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And it said
By the time you read this letter
I’ll be already gone
With my hopes and dreams in a suitcase
And a faded shirt well-worn
I’m headed west where the bright round sun
Shines at the end of each day
And I hope in time to come that sun
Will serve to light my way
And if I don’t come back in time
I want you to know if I was there
I would only say
I love you
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Sleep, little one, and fear not the dark, any more than you would my absence, for I will not leave. Rest well and dream hard. Follow your fancies, let them guide you to places you never thought could possibly exist. Curl up tight, and warm, and know, as you frolic through fields of gold, in sound slumber, that I am always here.
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Time heals most wounds.
You can overcome Fear, get over Grief and tame Anger, but there is no worse feeling in the human emotional spectrum — nor another which endures and intensifies with the passing of time — than Deep Regret.
So learn from Yesterday to treasure Today those who treasure you, for you might not get a chance Tomorrow.
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Think of your best friend, and ask yourself when you last gave him / her a smile? It’s not all about sharing jokes, and having good times. It’s about surviving the bad, and being able to look at each other, not saying a word, yet laugh at the same time. It’s about sharing lives.
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If the moon were made of green cheese, it would smell real bad by now. That is, of course, taking the assumption that you can take your helmet off in space and not have your brains sucked out through your nose.
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Gary @ 13 Aug 2002 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »