3:34 P.M.
I long to travel. I long to meet new people...
I look at photographs and remember old friends.
I long to take pictures, but the film in my camera has now melted to useless plastic sludge.
I lock permanent pictures somewhere in the suitcase in the back of my mind to keep myself a float. I keep these pictures to remind me of a time when I was sure I could taste heaven perfectly, to prove to my passomistic self that there is more to life out there somewhere.
Sometimes I wish just thinking of someone would bring them back into my life.
As if I could WILL them back into my life, into my daily rotation of sunshine.
There are so many people who have come and gone, and made such a difference in my life.
I share the same strong love for the friends and strangers that have come and gone. I had never expected the collision with them at the many forks in the road of what some call destiny.
I thought of Greg today. I�ve thought about the old man for a few times since I last saw Pamela.
The last time I saw Pam she was at the concert and she had mentioned she was working for Greg just as I had been wondering, �I wonder what Greg is up to?�
Sometimes my wishes take up so much time of my day.
I�ve spent most of my life WISHING something would happen, while I kick back and wait to see what the day will bring.
There are so many faces I would WILL back into my life if I could.
I recall so many faces that have moved and passed on. I can�t back out of my life now, and I�d like to say I have NO REGRETS, but my heart feels so lonely sometimes..
I wish there was more of a silver lining on this traveling suitcase in the back of my mind.
