All beauty turns to dust.
Today my brother raked the yard.It was quite sad... to see the last bit of fall's beauty swept away.
Fall is always magnificent at first, but by the end it's just depressing. The leaves aren't vibrant colors anymore, just dead. Dead. Dead. Dead...
All the beauty in my life seems to have gathered up and flown away; I'm waiting to see if any of it comes back. I'm hoping maybe I'll get something new. I'm so sick of the old that my sadness at seeing it dissappear falters quite often. I think I'm mostly just sad that I'm without.
There's something else that's been on my mind. Or rather someone...
This is irrational, insane. The thoughts are inexcusable, and without sturdy foundation.
It is silly, and ridiculous to even think the possibility exists...
And purely wrong to consider. It could never happen. It must never happen.
I keep questioning myself; wondering if my brain is functioning correctly.
Because I am very, very stupid.
I shouldn't feel this way.
Fairytales are for little girls.
On Tuesday, October 28, 2008 at 4:24 PM
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