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2007 16 January :: 9.42pm
:: Mood: sore
:: Music: sun, sun, sun - the elected
postcards from the beach
she stands quietly (fidgeting, fingers curling against the hem of her shirt) and listens to the breeze rushing by. she thinks it might be like a whisper against her skin (cliched/overrated/underused), like fingertips trailing across her cheekbones, and rippling against her clothes like a lover's careful touch.
the sand is whipped from the ground, and the crashing of waves is like cymbals, heralding a coming storm, a coming end, a coming something. (her ears are ringing; there were fireworks the night before).
she is waiting (forever waiting, the kind that makes her chest ache with the force of it) and she is accepting (not really) and she is understanding (impossible). she is calm.
(her heart is pounding.)
maybe. maybe, but lost, but hope is still within her. (just this once, just this once, just this once.)
she breathes, and the cold rushes in, crushing her lungs, inflating her doubt. (i thought you'd come this time).
the wind wraps around her slowly and she leans into it, feeling for something that is not meant to be.
(maybe next year, she decides.)
i love you, she says into the air, and she closes her eyes against the salty breath of the sea.
sweet words
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2007 10 January :: 11.20pm
:: Mood: grateful
:: Music: closing in - imogen heap
i hope that you make it
life is good.
it's hectic and frustrating and stressful, causes loss of sleep and gain in exhaustion, perpetually stays a lightyear ahead of where you ought to be, and is continually full of surprises.
and it's good. i've had more work this week than almost any other, but i have laughed more in the past few days than i did in the past two months.
i accept the trade-off, life. thank you.
sweet words
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2007 4 January :: 9.39pm
:: Mood: anxious
:: Music: leave the earth behind you and take a walk in the sunshine - ballboy
are you happy, with your life?
i am more popular with people thousands of miles away!
in other news, i am already itching for summer. i'm going to try to stay in sweden for as long as humanly possible, because i have been aching desperately for it.
(jag längtar efter blå himmel, och gröna skogg, och att känna helt perfekt.)
sweet words
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2007 4 January :: 2.37am
:: Mood: unsurprised
:: Music: eight flew over, one was destroyed - mew
you want to see what lies can set you free
it always seems to happen this way.
the only difference is i'm not going to waste any time on it.
(i don't really have many friends. closeness is belied by selfishness.)
sweet words
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