This old diary, it’s looking a bit rough around the edges now. It’s been so long since I’ve written in it.
A lot of things have been going through my mind recently. Haven’t really had the heart to open a new page to write in because I’ve been so set in the past. In the old pages.
A while ago I talked to Locke. It was a very long time ago now that I think about it. This place changes people I think. But not always in a bad way.
So now I’m writing about the past, even though this is a new page.
I wonder if I left a little piece of myself in each street would a different person find it and think about who it belonged to? Not... So much... An actual piece of me, more... Something that makes a link to myself.
Ahh, hehe. I don’t know what I’m talking about. I wonder if there are any hearts like mine here? Lonely on the inside but fine on the outside? Not so much fine in that sense, more fine in the sense of dull... Or passive. I haven’t seen anyone around recently. The beautiful people here seem to dash around on cushions of air. Like funny little nymphs things. All so busy.
I think I’ll fall asleep and maybe a prince will wake me up. Hee hee.