How is it that three short months can have that much of an impact on one soul? It is not fair that my love suddenly means nothing after all that has been said and done. Ideas must be brought to life by another character, but it is one in the same when technicalities are dismissed. The method to my madness is an ongoing talent that brings meaning to a nobody. My roots have finally found length and when the weather is pleasant, I am able to advance. What does it matter if an understanding can never be reached? The past will always be remembered, therefore it is irrelevant to dwell.
March 24, 1998