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[16th. Jan, 2007|01:54 am] |
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There was a crystal ball at the table, and behind it, a girl wearing a hat. She smiled, and asked me if I wanted my fortune read. I said okay, and sat down. I thought about it for a minute, and asked her if she would rather go on the roller coaster instead.
Creeping up into the sky. Stopping, at the top, and starting down. The girl grabbed my hand, I clutched it tight. I said good-bye to the ground.
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Spinning around, my head begins to turn. I shouted, and searched the sky for a friend. I heard the fortune teller, screaming back at me. We stuck out our hands, and met the winds.
The girl falters as she steps down from the platform. She clutches her stomach, and begins to heave. The ticket-taker smiles, and the last car is ready. Who told you that you could leave?
The sun was setting by the time we left. We walked across the deserted lot, alone. We were tired, but we managed to smile.
At the gate I said goodnight to the fortune teller. The carnival sign threw colored shadows on her face, but I could tell she was blushing. |
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[31st. Aug, 2006|11:58 pm] |
there have been many changes over the past few months, so a new start is needed.
not to just throw away the past, but time to begin looking forward.
it's nice to have a new home again. literally and figuratively. |
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