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The need.

I read other blogs and feel stupid. I need to write. I need it like I need air. And I just now realized that. I only wish I didn't have to use words.

Jenna would tell me that I should draw. Maybe she's right. I don't think I could live without drawing, ethier.

She lived to this beat. It changed. Sometimes it screamed in her ears, screaming pointless things that didn't make much sense. Others, a quiet Celtic-like tune that was rather pleasant, if trite. Occasionally a tear-jerker, often just a foot-tapping rock beat. It didn't matter. She knew the words to every song. She knew just when the drums came in, exactly when the guitar would start to fade. She knew.
Other than that, she was the normal, average human. upper middle class, two cars, 2.5 children. Average husband, average pay, average kids. He left in the morning with a kiss on the cheek, returned home to the smell of a cooking dinner and children in front of the television.
Thus they lived out their lives. the children grew up, went to college, married, had their own children. The adults grew older, greyer, more average. They entered an avrage nursing home, lived out an average remaining five years with weekly visits from their children and grandchildren.

Don't ask me why I wrote that. I don't even know.
it started out cool then died. xD I'm too worn out to write.

Good night.

<3-madd

posted by Kathryn at 8/13/2006 11:35:00 PM