o golly

first off, i decided to write today. not because i had a real inclination to do so, but because i noticed an increase in thought going on in my head about different people and different things.... o and the fact that you all are annoyed that i dont write anything =]. i think that to inspire me to write, you all should write more too.... no excuses.

place 1: your cool air dries out my face as i whip through you. your trees give a calming aroma, your setting couldnt be more perfect. looking out into the distance, i see a desert, but i am standing on a mountain covered in snow. it lets me know that i am not far from home. "i am going to need a practice run" he says. i laugh because i need about 2 feet to get back into the fluent feeling seat that i love sitting in. curving, cutting, breaking the ground below me feels as if its as natural as walking. do i look cool? yea i probally do. im really good at this! no wonder i will go to such great lenghts to be able to do this.

place 2: usually, i dont see you very often. usually maybe MAYBE 3 times a year. for where i live, that is unheard of. lately, in the past couple months, i have seen you more than 3 times. more than i usually ever would. i love being with you, your breath, your smell, your touch. your skin warms me up when i touch it, your breath, can eaither cause shriveles or it can cause you to get all loosey goosey. i love being with you. hopefully, i will see you soon.

person 1: we have not hung out in a while. im afraid that i dont want this friendship. i dont know what to do though. it would hurt you to tell you that, but i think its the truth. if feel used.

person 2: im not sure what you want from me. sometimes it seems more than expected, other times it seems less than expected. i like being with you but its against the rules. you call me a rebel, should i rebel against those rules too? our ability to just sit there and have nothing going on and not be bored is unheard of. you say you were bored, but i really doubt you were. with you around, everything gets jumbled up. its like a thing of cotton candy. its a disaster of sticky, sweet shit, but it tastes so good.

person 3: i am becomming more and more used to your presence. it is not wanted by many, but it one that i love having around. we get along most of the time, actually, alot of the time, but there are those times where we cant stand eachother. i love being with you, the memories we have had together, the memories to come. i am happy of our situation now. i am, i truely am. i honestly hope, this is something that stays for a while and when it passes, lets not cry, because we will be better friends because of it