The last two days have been lovely in their climatic compostions.
.....Their physical properties haven't been too bad either. Not fantastic, but workable.
i love how i'm the only one who realizes the value of a day but i waste it more than anyone else.
.....The pain is still there but less distinct. i think i know the reason but sometimes i like a little pain.
How often do people really live? i sometimes don't understand the point of it, especially when it feels as though you are rush rush rushing from one thing to the next and not enjoying it a bit. i like being lazy; i like lying in the grass with my cat; i like the warm overcast mornings with the orange sun struggling to make itself known through that blanket. And i love knowing there is still more out there, there is still a whole other world besides this tiny little village with these same unsympathetic people. The need to escape is only growing stronger. And i love that, too.