2002-08-20 - 2:22 a.m.
2002-08-20 - 2:22 a.m.
your mom took us to the amusement park that summer day. it was hot, but not uncomfortable. we went on some of the rides, but that wasn't the reason we went. we went to be together. to talk to each other. to listen to each other laugh, and watch each other smile. we sat by the lake and watched the sun set, and listened to the noises and sounds of the summer night, which were made slightly more interesting by the clicks and hums of the amusement park rides. i got powdered sugar on my face from the fried dough, and you wiped it off for me. then you didnt feel well, so we walked back to the car, where you layed with your head on my lap, and i stroked your hair until you felt better.
things just felt right then. they don't feel right anymore.
the other night someone broke my friend's car window and stole her stereo. i brushed the glass off of the seat with my hand, and noticed my hand felt wet. i had sliced my entire palm open, and i was bleeding everywhere. as i was looking down at my hand, i realized how not shocked i am at the sight of my own blood. i shouldn't be surprised though.
i never am.