Saturday, October 29, 2005

   Eff word!!

Current mood:: Depressed... Currently Playing:: FF X-2 Currently reading:: Born Blue Yo... I'm sorry my last post was so long Dx I was so happy today becasue Walter called last night me from his friend's cell phone when he was camping...but something bad happened...my cousin lives in New York, and I just found out that...his great uncle...was murdered. Someone broke into his house, stabbed him to death, took his wife, made her empty out their bank account, then they killed her. He was only 80 and she was 73. They recently found her body in Troy. And he was killed in Albany. I was crying. I feel so bad for my cousin. He has to be scared out of his mind. He's 14 and if someone gets killed in the area where he lives he gets really scared. I hope everyone is ok. they must feel horrible. Well...I should go now. I'll get to sites later...bye... Rikku <3 Deep underground, I kept digging a hole. Without knowing where it would lead. With a dirt-covered eyepiece in one hand, I search for your arm. Scraping together patchwork happiness, and sewing it. I was crushed by your strength. Burned on, The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands. Sever a rift in the red-stained clouds with my torn wings. See, I can flutter better than you thought. The eternity that I dreamed while confined in my cocoon. Where will it take seed and blossom? The morning will eventually come and bring the darkness back home. And steal my eyes away from me. Fumbling for you by moonlight, overlapping and entangling with you, I believed I could become your true hiding place. Burned down, The place of our promise that will never return. Run across the black-stained earth with a torn-off agony. See, I can flutter better than you thought. If you can’t hear me, even though I scream, I want you to destroy me with your own hands. While you can still hold me dear. Your arms that hold me back. Turn into a gentle dust. I simply stare at the sky, silently. Burned on, The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands. Sever a rift in the red stained clouds with my torn wings. Burned down, The place of our promise that will never return. See, I can flutter better than you though.

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