Other people will suck the reality off you sometimes, make you suddenly self conscious of who and what you are. And there's nothing wrong with that. Let the feeling wash over you, accept it, and move on past it. You seemed really concerned about this when you were younger.
Friday, July 27, 2007
The Diary
You once told me “A diary is a long winded letter you write to an old person who used to be you.”
The Mask
Thursday, July 26, 2007
The Past
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
The Attitude
The River
Hey, listen, that one time when we were down by the river, and you were sad and drunk because of your mom, I really thought we should’ve talked about it more. I could see something was bugging you, and you wanted to scream it to the world but you couldn’t, because it hurt so much to get it through your throat. Sure, you gave me half the story about why you were sad, but I could see that wasn’t all there was to it. I think you thought I didn’t really “get” you that day.
I just want you to know that I did. And, I knew anyway. I just acted the way I did because I was hurting too. I’m really sorry, seriously, for letting you think I didn’t know for so long.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
The Change
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
The Colour
The Homework
The Story
The First Sip
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
The Static
I know how you felt about me. I knew all along. You'd break up a little, become a little more static, whenever you spoke to me and you were always trying to figure out ways to be near me. It was obvious. I'm sorry I didn't return your feelings, I was an idiot and a fool. And it's got nothing to do with who you become, seriously, I'm really sorry. Please, give me a call sometime.
The Music
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The Time
Times will be tough like old leather and gravel roads occasionally. Times will be easy, like Sunday morning, every now and then. What you do during these times will define you as a person and a human being. Your humanity towards others, your will to make the world a better place for you and those around you and your identity as a citizen of the world. All these things count.
The Coins
The Poster
The Fight
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
The Last Night
The Consensus
Monday, July 9, 2007
The Headstones
The King
One thing you must do, is prevent the King of The World from taking power. When the aliens landed, they laughed at us because we hadn’t, after all this time, elected one planetary leader. So, we took genes from every race and region on the planet, whisked them together in a test tube, and grew our new leader up in the space lab (we couldn’t do it anywhere on earth, everyone would get upset that he wasn’t being raised in their own country, and this was the only way to be sure he wasn’t influenced or compromised). Anyway, he’s the son of mankind but also a bastard, you need to stop him. You’ll know how when the time comes.
Friday, July 6, 2007
The World
The Technology
The Internet
I saw your face online the other day, and I had no idea who you were, but you had something about your eyes that made me click. I keep track of what you’re up to (thanks for updating so often) and I care about you, even if I’m afraid to actually say anything (I’m a little shy). Your life seems so interesting, even though you’re not a celebrity or anything. It’s just nice to watch someone else’s life from a distance, even though sometimes I wish I could get on a plane, get a job at a store near you and try and accidentally meet you somehow. I know that sounds creepy, but you deserve someone special in your life, you more than anyone else I know.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
The Score
The Sky
Remember when we lay in the park the whole day staring at the clouds, telling each other what and who we saw? I felt so close to you then. Part of me knew what you had to do and where you had to go but in that moment… I’d have given anything to stop you.
The Car
Thank God You Found This
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
You’ve always felt special. Different. And also… a little misunderstood. That’s ok. Future generations will understand your pain, and why you became what you became. It feels good, doesn’t it? That I know, even if no one else knows (for now). I know who you are and what you’ve been through. I know everything. In the future, your life story will be studied like the New Testament. I can only apologise that we didn’t work out a way before now to tell you who you really are. I’m sorry, I know I’m rambling but it feels like I’m meeting a celebratory.
Thank God you found this. All the blank bits are about to be filled in.