...at long last....
Saturday March 20, 2004|| † ||3:01
Well, well, well....first entry of 2004...about bloody time eh? To whoever sees this, Happy 2004....even though it's late....hopefully this year's better than last.
Well, you can blame my absence on no internet...which would explain for the lack of love to this little blog of mine. ; ) As a matter of fact, I inscribe in here when I have something so urgent that I cannot immediately release even if I need to. That aside, I'd like to begin by saying that this is one of those nights where you get swamped by this *unnameable* feeling. So many sleepless nights....this one being another one of those...and no one ro talk to. At least, about what I really wish I could...I wish I could speak to Jane right now....about those sillinesses couple spend hours and hours talking about....just like we used to before I was ripped away from her side. I want to ask her about butterflies....how she came to like them as much as she currently does...and when, beause I missed it...*sigh* I want to ask her how are her nights...if they're just as lonely as mine; if they speak to her about me, as they speak to me of her...I wonder if she sits in front of the computer all night without being able to sleep...or even willing to...listening to music, writing and writing away...brainstorming every now and then, trying to put her mind to rest. She probably can't...since her day starts early, always....I guess mine is the curse of the poet, the writer whom can never find the words his soul constantly dictates him...that's me. I search for words and feelings I believe I comprehend...but can never actually understand them....or why are they even there with me. More sleepless nights I shall spend trying to find an asnwer....among the many questions that plague my living moments. As I drift into this night, I bid fare well till next time....I'll really try to post here more often...†