friday, no brain
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
sometimes the entire diary entry is: I was there, I danced, I was happy. #
I was there.
I danced.
I was happy.
Okay, apparently I can’t leave it at that. Britney while getting ready, hardcore CD in the bag, techno when we got there. Yuri stole my water. Hikari laughed at my shoes. Erick arrived late. Nothing exploded.
Perfect Friday.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.