Monday
Old Friend
Why is it that every song in this world is my theme song? It's like as if they spoke the words I've always wanted to say, but never uttered anything to justify myself...
I've always hesitated to call Zai cause I've always thought she was busy or wasn't near a phone yet in my randomness I phoned her and we talked. For a long time we talked not minding the time passing in between our phone call. Various subjects opened up from school girl hood to dreams and dejavu...
Today a band called Sex Pistols came to my head because I was hooked on Nana (manga) then there was their fashion styles although I'd like wear black most of the time with a witch sense in them I'd like to try punkish out fits...
Anyways old wounds and dreams open up talking with a friend you could totally confide taking turns heh...reminds me of a dream where I went inside a huge library but it was a bookstore there were alot of sections maybe even thousands but there was one corner I came to where I excitedly came to I saw books but they we're all tattered but the covers had ayashino ceres on them...I took one to the counter I think...fades away..
There are alot of things I wanted to say in this post but the sun rises fast and I need my beauty sleep...