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Sun, stars and moon {that's both of us at once...} ( 23 April 2004 - 11:33 p.m. ) The day went by. The girl who always sits in front of me, who I can never get the courage to talk to, was there again. And I noticed she has scars up the inside of her arm. Which made me more interested but i still couldn't say anything. And the sun shined so gorgeously, it was so wonderfully like summer, that we had to sit in the sun all afternoon. And all evening. And so we drank alot, bacause one does in the sun, and once the sun goes down we moved into the bar. But i'm tired now, and things still don't make much sense: they certainly look very different. But as I walked home tonight the air smelled like cut grass, and it was so warm it felt like summer. And the sky looked like a painting, with a lightly yellowed crescent moon, just slightly on the large side of new, and twinkling little stars around it. The smell of summer, and that painting, is the kind of thing that stays with me always. Is it ok that I want to cut little stars into my arm? I don't want the pain now, I want star shaped scars. I think they will look nice. | |||||||||