26 March 2005

grey

day after day, the diaryland buddy list is grey. rarely somebody posts something anymore. the world moved on.

it always does.

but we, my love, you and i, will be frozen forever in a swarowsky crystal of that magic moment, your head on my shoulder, perfectly content, looking at the ocean, warmed by the sun, quietly listening to waves. this moment, it is all we have, so little and yet so much more...

sleep well, my love. you deserve your rest. the world moved on, but i am always here with you.

love,
your lark.