Here with me
Date: 3/1/2006 11:55:54 PM ( 14 y ) ... viewed 1550 times
I love jumping out the window from my study room at night when everyone's sleeping. It's so much fun, I feel like a teenager. I remember my friends who used to sneak out late at night, too, where we'd all meet, how much fun we had...
Then when I became ill, it was just me walking the dark streets to listen to the guitar player on the side of Albertson's.
It was the picture that set me off. Of a figure leaning protectively, lovingly over his stunningly beautiful daughter. I felt such a pang of jealousy, I immediately cast away the image from my eyes, but it had etched a memory in my mind. Of course, I felt such shame after the incident. I get so upset sometimes at my seemingly lack of attention as a child, that I'd rather that people just not touch me at all.
I thoroughly enjoy listening to instruments. All instruments. Violins, cellos, drums, flutes of all kinds, clarinets, pianos, very much so.. all.
I also love walking with quiet breezes stirring up the windchimes on trees.
****Note: Please don't think I'm repeatedly crying out for attention, dear reader, for alas, I see I can only get that attention from myself if I truly desire results. I appreciate EVERYONE'S comments, EVERYONE'S encouragement through and through, and I find inspiration in every word and in between - this is my form of expressing my memories, my feelings, and I thank you, dear reader, for being a part of it. I love you so very, very much.****
Very very much, dear reader.
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