Sakura Drops
2010-06-15, 11:47 p.m.

The credits for Grave of the Fireflies are entirely in kanji and I feel that hollow feeling that you get after a funeral or when you've been throwing up. Sadness is gutteral, very physical.

When we sat lost in the woods for fun. The way we filled our back-packs with treats and picniced with 5 dollar pizza on the shattered wood of trainyard refuse cast aside with no care for the woodland but landing in the perfect formation for a fort.

Too often are we lost in the merriment of things, it's easily lost on us how it could have became the path instead of a detour. The line is blurred as a child. I can't help but think back now and be grateful. The fact that the villains of our story were simply left behind as we moved forward, as villains rarely need to be defeated in real life.

The only thing left behind when we pass through time are memories of the good times we had, and the close calls that are merely exciting once the urgency has been stripped away.

I think I need a cartoon to clear up these horrible thoughts so I don't have nightmares.

Yes
No
Do nothing


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