As I wound the thingy, I thought 'this is like when I was a kid' not that I had one (except for that mobile thing with the music, that puts you to sleep), but the stories I read, the movies I watched. The music box had been in some of them.

I watched the horses go around up and down on the tiny merry-go-round. Empty. All there was to it was the music it played with it. I thought of how, in the stories or movies I saw, made it a significant object in someone's life.
It stopped. I wound it again, double the time I did before. There was a ferris wheel beside it, I wound that up to. It slowly moved. The music wasnt in sync, I watched it for a few seconds and left.

On the way home, I thought of the music box. I thought of how that one thing brought me back to my childhood. I thought back on how it was meant to be something special in somebody's life, it wasnt in mine, how it is in reality just an object with a marked price of less than 20$ (I'm sorry Im so used to putting the dollar sign in a way I would say it - i know it isnt meant to be). Then I thought, it didnt tell noone, nothing, about life itself.

Labels: something from the soul

Patience.
Thats all there is to it.

Labels: something from the soul

If I had the choice, I would never want to let go.
If I had been assured, that I was the only one, I would have believed that.
If time had been on my side, I'd spend it all with you.

If the world could stop, I'd wish it stop when I was happy with you.

Run down ink on paper.

  I dont know how it became what it became. All I could think about was, what a mess that was. I would have to redo everything, and time is something I lack.

 So I wasted time on Tetris waiting for the paper to dry up, it doesnt seem to do me good. All I can think about is how messed up that book had become. Should I get a new one?cause it had seemed to destroy my motivation. I felt like breaking down.

 So after a few matches (ive won most of them anyways) I heard metals clanking, I supposed it was the gate. I supposed my aunts had decided to go home. So with that I decided to stand up and check on the book, and also peek out to see if they were still down the driveway.
What I saw was nothing.. I looked further out to the road. I saw her drive by, slowly, with what seemed to be a third person in the back seat. I wasnt sure, but I supposed that was my sister. I felt left out. But now that Ive thought about it, it doesnt seem to matter. I could be there with them right now wishing I was home. So yeah, back to my book, it hadnt dried up. So I decided to type something in this blog.

  What a day. My friend decided not to give my camera back today, and I felt quite..sad about that too..:(

  I know theyre little things, I know I shouldnt worry like hell, and stress like hell about it, but...oh my. Things, that had to be said today.

  Uber sigh.

  Imma go check on my book again.

Burnt the last stick. Talked abit with the band playing for the Bankers party. And went to sleep before the clock striked 12. That was 'New Years'. Happy New Years ya'll. With more exciting adventures of Tintin. -__-" I know. Im funny arent I?