1/16/01
Right now, I'm listening to version 2 of "Forever December". I usually skip this one too, because I decided a while ago that I like version 1 far better. This song evolved quite a bit. Can't help but think of my poetry. I've considered reworking poems, and I revamped "The Search's End" about two years after I first wrote it. It neared breaking off and becoming a completely separate entity with the fresh breath I sighed into it.
1/22/01
"Forever December" came to mind on my way to class, so I had to put it on. It made me cry a little, but nothing like a real cry. The tears felt foreign to my face.
"Baby's getting older," the song says and, in the second version, "my baby's getting older." But everyone is "baby"; we all age. Everything decays at different rates.
