Riding On My Back, Skating Past Neon Lights

I gotta get a grip on this new school and the environment that comes along with it.

You guys know I love getting lost, in what I'm doing, in what I'm becoming...

And I find myself attracted to destructive people, because we know how to create the best.

I wonder myself when I will stop writing in this thing, writing like I don't know what I want to say,

But I always do.
I keep it right here though. With you. Because you see....

I feel like we all need to create something outside of ourselves.

I read this guy's blog, he was in the army and chronicled his time in it.
I read from start to finish in one sitting....
Seemed like he did it all: commanded squads, captured terrorists, and he was able to keep his mind through it all,
Never once letting his system get to him.

It didn't end well though.

His last post was over a year or two ago and it ended with him needing surgery or something. Seemed like he would get discharged.
Amidst his posts, he had a link to a friend of his who was also in the army.

I almost started reading all his posts as well, until I read the latest one.
He was killed in combat.
But his memories and words were still out here, in cyber space. For a year and some now.

I think this is how a part of me will stay alive, past my mortality.
Did you ever know, I want to be immortal.

But I feel like a fool, thinking immortality means never dying.

Later Days, Longer Nights