Thanks A Lot,
multicolours! ;)
My thoughts wax nostalgic as I sit here thinking about when I used to be able to curl up in the same room as an old friend and just read a book while they went on with their reading as well. Ocassionally we would laugh, share a passage, or various other little things, but for the most part we would just sit, sharing a companionable silence. Usually we'd have some music playing, something sad but good. Strangely, I remember sharing a lot of sad music with friends, and we loved it.
I don't have that kind of connection with anyone anymore, and while I'm good where I am, it's definately one of the things I miss. So now, here I am, working around the house, listening to sad-ish music and remembering times long past. I'm smiling in my remembrance.
Can you have sad happiness? That's about where I am right now. It's a good feeling, if slightly painful. Strange.
I don't have that kind of connection with anyone anymore, and while I'm good where I am, it's definately one of the things I miss. So now, here I am, working around the house, listening to sad-ish music and remembering times long past. I'm smiling in my remembrance.
Can you have sad happiness? That's about where I am right now. It's a good feeling, if slightly painful. Strange.