Post by Isadora Is a Door on Feb 11, 2013 16:16:25 GMT -5
So, in just over a days time, the 13th of another month will arrive, and the 667ers will converge on the Penthouse like moths to a flame, chatting about anything and everything that comes to mind, and rambling on for far to long
This is what will surely become a long and ancient tradition all across the world, and in years to some, i am sure notes will be passed from hand to hand, whispers will pass on the street, all in anticipation of the thirteenth day of every month.
But, for some, this day will surely be nothing but a dark reminder of the sins that have occured in the past.
For no matter how great this tradition is, I, alas, can never truly enjoy it.
There may be some of you, you lucky folk, who do not know what i am talking of, and to you I say ignore me, please, and continue on with your happy lives.
For on the thirteenth of last month, in the penthouse, i did and said things that no man should ever do or say. Why, i hear you cry? I do not know. But I do know that i regret these actions with every inch of my being. I shall not repeat what i said here, for hoepfully that will allow these events to become lsit in the murky fog of time, never to be mentioned again.
But for me, I am sad to say, this is not an option. Not a day goes by when i do not remember the things i have done. Not a minute passes without out m regretting every single letter i have typed. And not a second ticks past on the clock with my mind turning these horrible events over and over inside my head, without me wanting tears my own eyes out in pain.
And there is no remedy for this.
But, perhaps, maybe, something could be done. Something to help cleanse the darkness that is slowly engulfing my soul.
Bee, will you forgive me?
It is a tall order, i know, and I know we can never be.. well 'the way we were'. And i wish there was something. some way i could repair the damage that was down by those words on that day, but, alas, i cannot find a way. But.. i can say one thing. I never truly loved you (Thats anka.*). So, i hope, we can go dancing hand in hand down the road of forgiveness that I have spent this last few weeks trying to build, only for me to fall over in a pile of tears when i remember what i did.
Maybe one day we can be friends again. Maybe one we can talk toe each other again. Maybe one day we can do that thing we said we could do, when neither of our parents weren't in**. And, maybe, just maybe, we can put the events of that day behind us, once and for all.
Bee, can we be friends again?
* That's a joke
** That sounds rude, but it isn't.
This is what will surely become a long and ancient tradition all across the world, and in years to some, i am sure notes will be passed from hand to hand, whispers will pass on the street, all in anticipation of the thirteenth day of every month.
But, for some, this day will surely be nothing but a dark reminder of the sins that have occured in the past.
For no matter how great this tradition is, I, alas, can never truly enjoy it.
There may be some of you, you lucky folk, who do not know what i am talking of, and to you I say ignore me, please, and continue on with your happy lives.
For on the thirteenth of last month, in the penthouse, i did and said things that no man should ever do or say. Why, i hear you cry? I do not know. But I do know that i regret these actions with every inch of my being. I shall not repeat what i said here, for hoepfully that will allow these events to become lsit in the murky fog of time, never to be mentioned again.
But for me, I am sad to say, this is not an option. Not a day goes by when i do not remember the things i have done. Not a minute passes without out m regretting every single letter i have typed. And not a second ticks past on the clock with my mind turning these horrible events over and over inside my head, without me wanting tears my own eyes out in pain.
And there is no remedy for this.
But, perhaps, maybe, something could be done. Something to help cleanse the darkness that is slowly engulfing my soul.
Bee, will you forgive me?
It is a tall order, i know, and I know we can never be.. well 'the way we were'. And i wish there was something. some way i could repair the damage that was down by those words on that day, but, alas, i cannot find a way. But.. i can say one thing. I never truly loved you (Thats anka.*). So, i hope, we can go dancing hand in hand down the road of forgiveness that I have spent this last few weeks trying to build, only for me to fall over in a pile of tears when i remember what i did.
Maybe one day we can be friends again. Maybe one we can talk toe each other again. Maybe one day we can do that thing we said we could do, when neither of our parents weren't in**. And, maybe, just maybe, we can put the events of that day behind us, once and for all.
Bee, can we be friends again?
* That's a joke
** That sounds rude, but it isn't.