Jimmy was tripping. This morning was a while ago. Last night was a few days back. Today was Tuesday and Monday was last week. He remembered what happened a few weeks ago last Friday. And March seemed to be the longest month he's had here. February was sometime last year, January was as far off as WW2 And December was as old as Rome.
This evening seems like a hazy plan, and tomorrow was too far into the future, Jimmy's mind wasn't spacious enough to store lines as big as next week. He couldn't make out the words on TV they've got his eyes unfocused, but even through the fog, he couldn't understand and at the same time not understand the news.
He wasn't on drugs. But his mind was messed up. He'd been in lock down, four weeks now, barely did he leave the house, or make out what time had passed. This was his only safe way out.
I did, I went to my spot, going against my plan. I can also say that I don’t regret it in the less. I can do what I want, as it's my daily routine. I make the rules, so I can add new ones as well. I also made sure to set my alarm for 5:30pm. I’m watching WWE Money In The Bank tonight. I’m gonna be watching it with my dad. I almost forgot to do this entry, actually. I got caught up in studying my Japanese cards. I made FlashCards for all the Hiragana words. I’m going set by set, that’s how my brain works. I got the first half of the first set of cards done. I mean, I think I do, and that’s really good! I’m learning because WWE Asuka is Japanese. I wanna know what she says, so I’m learning. I’m a huge fan, as my dad could tell you. I'm wearing her socks in case she’s on MITB! I can say that today is going very well, also. I still love the daily routine, and will keep it. I’m gonna get back to my Japanese now. I’ll talk to you again tomorrow afternoon, bye!
I looked for temporary satisfation when your love was absent. I understand it may be selfish of me but waiting for its return is like waiting for the last autumn leaf to make way to the earth -- the beauty of summer fades, and Mother Nature loses her youth as the arms that reach the heavens slowly die.
Truthfully, one could not forget intimate kisses shared in silence, and the voice that has resonated in the mind as the sweetest lullaby. If only it was possible to find joy within the pain. Although laughing at such misery could ease a weary heart, the perfect love still has too strong of a hold to let go of the affection it has received.
If only love came easy. Once exposed to its removal, its terror, the heart grows queasy. How hard it can be To know loving's unlovely Side: The caught breath once the curtain falls, Deadened sanctity when recent calls Turn against self-esteem. "Was it just a dream?"; "Was it a rue, Temporary?"; "Was it true?" Questions amount to nothing. Answers only seem like bluffing. I want to love you, But I know the drill: Two, Then one. One's pain *is expectation, One's guilt is association. "Life is short—let them care"; I wait...I dream...I stare...