seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- fourth upon walking down the cracked sidewalk of fourth street, the sudden taste of starfruit overcame me, the texture of translucent skin, a thin green, see-through skin, bitter but leaving me aching for more of my childhood and less of the future. I have become drugged by the future, sick from the future, disillusioned from the future, thinking that things will get better through time, by days ticking past like digital numbers on the clock, but this conveyor belt of time just brings me to now, the present, and I want to remember something of my past before I forget the taste of it 12:03 - 02 April, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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