^ (n a v i g a t e) ^
2:58 a.m., 2001-11-01
the fairy tale which was in danger of becoming legend is becoming so. these past two nights i dreamt of you. i think sometimes that you are a figment of my imagination and that your time in my life is an idealized farce. i keep telling myself this in hopes that it will perhaps merge with truth and dissolve into more ordinary memories. love is the most creative force in the universe. the memory of love is the most destructive, and lately there have been alot of memories.
