Sunday, July 18, 2004
3 more weeks till I go. I suddenly feel that I have yet to accomplish many of the things I set out to do. Once again, see how plans always fall through, and I am almost always directly responsible for their incompleteness. I would apologize profusely, but the disappointment is heavy on everyone's shoulders and I find it hard to face so many pairs of weary eyes. My only saving grace stems from the notion that absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder, and my disappearance will only make my unreliability grow smaller in memory.
I have stopped writing as much as I used to. Perhaps because I have less to think about, or because my resources are wearing thin. Strangely, I've come to find that life without pensiveness is often a happier one (granted, happier might be pushing it a little). It's times like these I wonder if our minds have perfected a self-sabotaging act. It reminds me of when someone very dear and very close to the edge once wondered out loud to me --
isn't it funny how no one hurts me better than i do.
It'll be a long time till I get back to this lil' island. It seems that everybody's embarking on a new chapter of life now. If everyone's moving, how far will we end up? Oddly enough, I feel left behind; but then again, aren't I leaving? I miss looking at masses of departure screens and stretches of concrete runways; but as they say, all good things come to those who wait.
And I will always have time to spend with waiting.
sherry @ 11:57:00 pm
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