Sat Feb 14 23:25:27 PST 1998

Shall i start a new story ? In the same place in the same time meanwhile here ... nothing to explain

I think I'll talk about love and the lost golden prison, freedom got it's prices : lonelyness and herself. She's a sweet memory a part of the lost eden, time fly by and I still remember her, the sweet red hair girl, the only story that has gone perfectly, loose by itself and nothing else to say. Does she remember ? I'm not gona tell this story again , past is past and gone it is. Does future will exist again ?

My head is stuck in another time, another lost dimension, will I ever recover myself ? Future will not tell, neither as I will. Only past will, as every time. The only things that have existed are the ones already gone. And I'll not remember myself.

This chapter is already writen somewhere, I'm feed up of reading it again and over again. I'm tired of all this, words aren't my best friends.

Any good idea ?

It's just like ... like nothing else, it's just the same old feeling, I'm tired.

Think I'll end here.

Things look like the same, they feel like the same, and yet, are not quite the same , but aren't different neither. things are just geting older, that's the only difference, so that we know it better each time, it's just like all this dreams that a do again and again , always the same, and sometime, I act differently cause I know the end of the dream, but I act differently only in dreams.

I'd like to go futher, but ... it's like a blind man, he can tell you nearly everything about an object, except it's color ...

I wish I'll be dead.

But nothing else will happen ...