"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
Essay
Thursday, November 8, 2007

Just read Craig's essay again.

I think things like that should further inspire me to write the piece. that'll work for my application. I could wimp out with poetry. (personally, it's just easier for me) But I really want to do this. I just need to start.

Today has been average. I feel stupid for spending my last $10 on yoga. I need Nickel Creek merch!!!! I know what you're thinking, "it's always something" but this is serious. Anyways.
I'm trying to buy you Christmas presents. Trying to buy the world Christmas presents. I am poor everyone. Poooor.

That's kind of it for the moment.

Hoping you're well,
Forgetting something,
Emily

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1 comments:

emilea said...

friend. friend i'm sleepy and lame. i just explained the whole halloween dance-andrew fiasco again, and i'm feeling lame. it's like i transported myself three weeks back. kind of scary. but yeah. feeling sleepy and lame. loving you and all the things that you do. they are all yellow.

i<3 chris martin.
i<3 you
i<3 god

emilea

November 12, 2007 at 6:25 PM  

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