I'm feeling a desire to write, but I don't really have anything to write about. I had a good time at Gnet tonight.
Friends are pretty awesome. Hanging out, talking to people, just generally relaxing together. It's simply good. Not good like a cake, not good like a movie, just good like only a gift from God can be. Cause that's what my friends are; gifts from God. Doesn't matter if they're new or old, doesn't matter if they're around or far away, doesn't matter if they're angry or happy. They're not just friends, their MY friends. I love my friends.
A scarlet light across the sky
A call of ruin upon the earth.
In what does your hope lie?
In what do you place worth?
If you haven't noticed, I'm not going to try to do a post a day anymore, rather aim for two to three a week. Maybe for if I'm feel particularly inclined. As always, thanks to all who read this outpouring of my poetic personification. Does a man good to speak the inner thoughts sometime.
I need some sort of outro.
This entry made me smile. Nice little stanza.
ReplyDeleteDid you ever watch Charlie Brown? I think one of the episode was called, "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown." For some reason this popped into my head, and I had the desire to replace 'Charlie Brown' with your name. Is that weird? Idk, but it seemed to fit.
I did watch Charlie Brown, even read some of the comics. I always felt bad for Charlie Brown though. Almost everything he did seemed to mess up in some way.
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