About 5pm

Age: 18 years 4 months 19 days

So here I am thinking about this script /  story again. It’s exciting. I was thinking about the natural phenomenon part. It could be why the leaves change colors. I want something wonderful, beautiful, fantastic, but it doesn’t have to occur every day like a sunset. What’s beautiful? A bag floating in the wind. Yes, of course, but not for this. It could be fired, but that’s too symbolic of the young love about to die. Fire will die eventually. Maybe a certain animal exists because of him. No, yuck, I don’t think so. It’s too much like reincarnation. A star? A constellation? Not really, that’s too Ancient Greek. You become a God by turning into a Star constellation. You are immortalized…

 Will this love last forever, beyond the days of this Earth? The setting could be in the life after death and flashbacks could tell the story of the love honors. How do I claim to know what happens to love after death? It’s fictional, I am allowed to imagine things to get people actually thinking about it. That’s wonderful.

These thoughts will be continued later. In a few minutes I have to leave to go get my new frames. redacted  Ended up breaking them in the same spot redacted did, but on a different side. I wanted to wear him on my face over the trip to Florida but alas, no luck. Redacted took care of things too quickly. So it’s hard to get the 10 to work. I need a new one. Oh, shoot. Here’s a pen that works. Yea!

So , to be continued…

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