ending kyla I tried staying in bed all day, but the day passed. Oh, I closed the blinds, but the light still changed--and the breeze warmed, and the kids cried, and a plane flew over the park. Gregory still flies planes, I think, and all the friends I ever had are still around somewhere. We're all older than we ever were before, somewhere. I doubt that anything will ever be okay, really. I mean, I know it will. But, no, it never will. Haha, sometimes I can be happy, like that time when I was always younger than today--yesterday, I think. My first dog, Heidi, and Zeballos, and a blue rain poncho. There are always times like those. I can feel them as they pass...even when I sit in my bed with the blinds closed. Even when they aren't mine; there they go again, those happy times. Another memory. A kiss, a song, a campfire by a little lake. Goodbye, goodbye--I will never grow tall again, you know. It's silly to be sad for time, but there it goes again. 050824 ... tilt sighes. ...silly to be sad for time, but there it goes again... 050824 ... good bye 080105 ... red what a horrible thing to say to someone. 080105 what's it to you? who go blather from