Sun, why are you crying?

Red streaks fall from the sky like bloody tears,
staining the periwinkle blue of the air above our heads a dusky purple.
The sun was dying again.
The doctors claim its from a broken heart;
even an everlasting flame can't survive chasing after something it can never have. 
I guess we'll have to find another source of light.
The sun is dying.
Another broken heart. 
....What a pity. 

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meh, 11:29 PM.

I'm too tired to sleep.

I want to call Cary. 

Nichole's birthday is tomorrow and I have nothing to give her.

I haven't talked to Kerry in a very long time.

I miss her.

OBSOLETE.

If you know what I'm talking about, tell me so. 

No pics right now, I'm too lazy.