||[Jul. 9th, 2005|01:34 am]
This Is Now
So it seems the ink is fading from my journal, and so it seems that we are to forget all the old plans and memories as well. I wonder if we were ever intended to remember. Easier to forget. Even easier when someone's erasing the words. I suppose it's how things will go, because I can't even remember what I'm meant to be doing right now.|
Well, for what it's worth: Until the ink fades, then, Bones, Potter, Corner. The rest. In peace.