othelladub's Diaryland Diary

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a taste of honey's worse than none at all

dust storms

sure, i miss you.
is that a sin?
can new things replace my fondly remembered friends?
why did they all leave?
why did they give up on me?
why do i miss them now, when i have other things to accomplish?

will i always feel your hot breath upon me? will i wonder if you and her would get along? can i block out my childish fantasies? i'm not the white knight. i don't have the money or the always-smooth tongue.

it will always hurt to think about, no matter what happiness remains ahead. so small, compared to the troubles of the world. and i can't regret knowing anyone. we were all friends once. and those times can't be erased, only forgotten. i wish i could forget as easily.