the harsh winter wind blows hard against me as i walk along the wet, fresh snowy street.   flakes of snow, both small and big, fall peacefully down from the foggy, gray sky, slowly and delicately landing on my jet black jacket.  i tilt my head back towards the sky, my hood falls back and flakes of snow find my thin black hair.  I stick out my tongue in attempt to catch these snowflakes before they contribute to the inch high snow on the ground.  snowflakes fall on my cold, red nose and some land on my face.  winter has come. memories come flooding back into my mind.

reminisce....

This sight as NOT been abandoned.

=] wilson.

I feel like I'm a prisoner inside this glass box, with six sides of glass keeping me from getting to what I want.  They tell me that when i figure out what is wrong with the glass box, i'll finaly be able to open it and get to what I want. 

But I cant.  And I feel like an idiot for not being able to understand and figure out the root of the problem.

I hate this.  I hate seeing everything go by outside the glass box while I'm stuck inside, helpless and unable to free myself and get to the outside where I can interact with people I love... the person I love.

damnit. I am  a moron.

wilson.

PS. I like M&M's... RED M&M'S more than the stupid blue smartie.

Time: 3.59am Pacific

As I sit in front of the bright computer screen, I cant help but think of her.  It's odd, because it seems that we're so use to each other that we're naturally expecting each other to be there.  After 17 months, it's safe for me to say that I've never had anything like this with anyone else, and I dont want to have this with anyone else. 

Although we still fight, we still argue, and we still occassionally piss each other off, I'd like to congratulate her and I:

Happy 17th months sweetheart.

and no, this site has not been abandoned.  I just don't contribute to it because everything that I have to tell, I already told her in person.

-wilson.