August 5th, 2004

And tonight with intense adjectives and these subtle fragments, I spill this forgotten language.

To You,
Today was a day of... blah.
I went downtown, it was blah.
It was empty, deserted, calm. I liked it a little.
The weather was gloomy but beautiful. I liked it.
It smelt nice outside.
I am talking to you now, but you make no sense tonight.
I missed you.
But the day was none the less blah.
A rise of emotion this evening after talking to you.
A controlled verbal argument broke out with you today. Don't ask me to explain what that is.
I slowly feel like I am losing touch.

-Amieyee