Sunday

I will most likely not keep up with one post a day. Regretfully I do not always finish what I have begun. Some good music was heard today. Phone: is it for me? Probably not. Ok, it's not. I have a bad habit of putting semicolons instead of apostrophes when I am typing too fast. Someone once told me that they would do anything for me, if it made me happy. Conceptually, it is a warming thought, but really, sometimes what makes someone so special to you isn't what they give you. Perhaps it can be what they take from you, what they would like to give but can't, what they refuse to give, that allows me to see them as I do. Or maybe it is all my perspective, with little to no bearing on that person's judgements or actions. I hope and suppose it would not be any one of these things. Most likely, what makes someone so amazing to me is a combination of my attitude, their attitude, my relationship to them, and their relationship to me. Telephone! These things would be both in the moments that intersect, our time spent together, and the grains of sand of these moments mixed with the millions of other moments, actions, thoughts, and relationships that make up the shoreline of our world: our feelings. Anakin once said a cool romantic line about sand, something I would not remember from the many times I watched the movies...

My uncle. Uncle Frank. They, the unkown nd unknowing doctors, found cancer. It was too late to save him from death. They hooked him up to the machine today. I llost the train for what i was writing about i am going to go our lives are connected, each death ripples sadness to those living, but those who knew him best know he is watching above.