Aldrea01

You were just a moment. You were all just moments. But that's what life is, really. Isn't it?  Everyone, and every place. It's all just a moment in our lives, and we live a constant string of them. We get to choose which ones we want to last longer, and which ones we want to cut short. Sometimes other people make those choices for us, but it all comes down to the same thing. You are not a friend, so much, anymore, as a moment in my past. We were this. That was a time and a place, and this is a different one. Sometimes we get to choose someone we want there with us for most of our moments. You'll share almost a lifetime worth of them-and that

Has anyone ever noticed the fact that I don't use my journal, and that I only post in random bursts?  I'm getting old now.  Well, maybe I'm not /old/ yet, but I'm not as young anymore.  I don't feel like I have my age as an excuse not to have my shit together anymore. But the good news is, I do have some goals now!  I do have things I want to do with my life, or try to do; places I want to go and a certain lifestyle or two that I want to live.  So, now begins my struggle to make it all happen for myself.  I'm hoping using something public like dA will help keep me motivated--maybe if I post things and occasionally see feedback on it, or at l

One touch.  Brief moments of joy strung together long enough to form a tenuous sense of self.  The deeper feeling:  recognition of someone else.  This is air.  A first breath, like being born all over again, not even remembering how you died. Sometimes It takes a connection to open you up to the world again.  Forming them can be all but impossible..  But tonight it is not. Thoughts.  Emotions.  First for another, then all of the flood that belong to me.  The loudest thought of all when faced with the tumult of feeling and breathing and living again being, 'Please, God, make it stop.  I'd  give so much to make these feelings... stop.'  What