the online dairy, still spelled wrongly
In the end, there was just a boy standing before a girl wanting to be loved. But there was only that moment and there has been no other.
Kraven spends his days nursing himself from an imaginary illness. I spend my days nursing myself from a real illness. The malady of the moment, the non-song for the non-sick.
There is just no song I could sing, there was no song you would hear.
22 February 2006 2:13pm
Kraven has a friend named Norah. Norah once had a neighbour named Kraven. They lived along a hypothetical corridor in opposing apartments with postmarked envelopes from overseas filling their letter boxes. Someone hasn't asked me the pivotal question yet; but I can imagine what it will be. Are you Kraven, and if you are, who is Norah?
Kraven fell in love with his neighbour. I didn't! I really didn't. Even though at the age of eighteen I recounted to my best friend in school that I was nearly a casualty of incoming traffic due to an outgoing girl. Even though I pondered how moderately amazing it would be to grow up with the girl you grew up secretly in love with. Even though between us, I was always the sucker for appearances.
3 October 2005 10:48pm