2001-09-03 - 4:07 p.m. - thetenthlevel
this is a little something i posted on another diary that some friends of mine started and i just wanted to revise the entry a bit and share with everyone:last night i stayed out way too late and we all sat around and talked outside beneath the stars and we kept looking up there and thinking about those stars and how they reminded us so much of everything impossible that dims and scars our lives. and somewhere there is a sound and we realize its just the delayed echo from so many hearts breaking and maybe we're not alone in this wierd form of lonliness, maybe romance isn't dead. like maybe we're going to just keep wishing and wishing, harder and harder, upon some decomposing and broken visage, half buried in sand like Ozymandias and the wish will just keep repeating, like a record with a scratch on it, or techno music (score one for analog boy) and maybe eventually the sheer weight of so many wishes will make time and everything associated with time move so much fucking slower than we could ever wish for until the sky and the fabric that holds it together rips, and comes crashing down beneath the weight of years, tears, letters, hopes, dreams, and yes, wishes indeed. and then our wishes will come true.
keep wishing.
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