Blind Eyes Closed

----The time is now. ----"Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart."

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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.

Blind Eyes Closed

Tuesday, January 29, 2002

I think there's an art to blogs and other sorts of online diaries. So many of people's posts deal with responding to something someone else said, and they make it beautifully anonymous so everyone else can still read and know what's going on.

I, although, don't possess this skill.

I believe the conversation was about memory and how Erik doesn't hold old memories unless he's written them down somewhere. I'm worried now that 20 years from now, if we haven't ended up married or living next door to each other or such (which won't ever happen), I'll call him on a whim one day and he won't remember me. I'm terrified. (which ties into my whole idea of death and how it doesn't really exist, but that's for another day).

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