The time at the water tower.

Tunes in my head: Time After Time (Annalise) by R.E.M.
Atmosphere: Okay

Firstly, a note.

This is my little corner of the internet. This is my chance to express myself. Creatively, emotionally, spiritually.

Lately I have felt unable to express myself in at least one, possibly more of these ways, among others, due to the negative comments that I occasionally get from anonymous (not so?) commenters.

THIS STOPS NOW.

I don't really care whether you have something harsh to say or not. Like it or not, those comments upset me.

Come on, guys. You've been reading this for how long? You should know by now that anonymously harsh comments upset me.

If you have a problem with something here, and you wish to express it, fine. Email me. Or leave a comment with your name.

You all know how I feel about people running away from issues. If there is an issue, for fuck's sakes confront me about it so we can work out a solution that's good for both of us. You should all know by now that I'm not even slightly focused on me when someone else has a problem.

This is my place for expression.

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There was a time when we walked, slowly, cautiously.
We made our way to the water tower above the town.
In this, our bodies met the delightful clanging of steel.
The rhapsody of a flesh's vibraphone on metal.
Even when the searchlights burned through, we laughed.
A joyous innocence met the glance of the outside.
When we descended, arm in chain in arm.
There was this devilish smirk, highlighted by green flashes.
This was the way in which two companions had made it.
Their ultimate act of defiance, still somewhat innocent.
And twenty years later, with weariness under their sleeves.
It resurfaced in the words, and was smiled upon like before.
For time after time, it always met the happiness at the crossroad.
Even when the consequences resurfaced, even if they interlocked.
This was the story of two friends, forever chained by this.
But they wouldn't have given anything to take a second chance.