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Dear FranklinDear Franklin -Dear Franklin
Have you ever stared down your memories like an animal fixed on its prey?
I try to convince myself that none of this has been real, they’re all just enigmas, hallucinations and hysterias.
This has all been a lucid dream.
The moments that feel like hell, the ones I think I can never recover from, that will scar me forever.
But time. Time eventually heals.
Does this mean I can’t get hurt? Or that I am simply falling for the ploy of my greatest fears…
Because you remind me of the time when we were so alive.
Do you remember then? Do
Young Dreams LostI’m so busy trying to grow up, I forgot how to be young. She says if you just ignore it, then it goes away. If you don’t think about how old you are, you can be timeless and eternal. I suppose like a cat is. And how does that make so much sense to me? The pessimist, the sceptic, the warrior. Instead of over thinking it as I usually do, I fall into its confusion – the circular logic denying me the opportunity to prove it false.Young Dreams Lost
And of course, I would like to believe her. Just exactly for the same reasons I would like to believe her when she says that we are all part alien.
Please let there be something that can’t be e
Tuesday, July 15th 2003Looking out the windows, I want nothing more than to be away. Away on those hills with those random cars.Tuesday, July 15th 2003
Their windscreens are glinting in the summer sun as it shines with pride upon the landscape.
I’m idly wondering where all these people could be going. Are they embarking on exciting adventures, or just going about their daily routines?
In my heart I know it’s likely to be the latter, but for now I’ll imagine the world to be how I wish it were.
I’ll blot out the industrial estate in the foreground of my view. I’ll ignore the noise of the office humdrum surrounding me.
I’ll fl
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Winter. I met you on a cold winter day, you were like the seasons, cold to me, you didn’t care for me, and I didn’t for you, but you were stuck in my mind, an unstoppable thought that ran through me. Summer. You were warming up to me, your cold exterior changing into warmth that filled me. But come the party I couldn’t even look at you. I knew you were there, you knew I was thinking about you, but I kept my distance. I talked to your friends all night, they were good people, you were a good soul, and I left you there… Spring. The things you told me that day shocked me, why did she like me. I was filling with ange
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Le mond est beaux
and you are my world
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