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Well, here's my sane part of the day for ya:

A few years ago, my grandma gave me a locket for Christmas. I thought "When am I going to wear this?" and shoved it away, to forget about it.
Remember Hotaru-san's story? It was centered around her silver locket. Well, after starting the story, I saw a box in my bookshelf. It was the locket, which is silver. Could I have a very perceptive subconsious, or am I just thinking too much?

Of course, once I found it I've worn it ever since.

I suppose same goes for some of my friends. They change, their personalities, too. Yet, I still see them as I did when we met. I honestly believe that as long as the person is still alive, it's not impossible to see them again.

Take for example someone I knew from 6th grade. She moved, and I hadn't seen her since. Every so often, however, I would make refrences to her. One day a few months ago, she showed up at an after-school event. My god, she's either too much the same, or too different. The only thing the same is her face and voice.

Anyway, I'm just ranting again, but on something a little more reasonable.
(see? If I wasn't Phantom-obsessed, this is the sort of thing I would rant about all day.)

This is how bored I get, I think of answers to conversations that will never happen, I think of things which don't exist. Anyway, a poem I made up while trying to fall asleep yesterday:

Have you ever worn your heart upon a string
To let everyone see it shining
Brightly and happily?
While when looked inside of,
Nobody sees a single thing
That exists.
My heart contains that which is not seen,
But felt.
Some people know me well enough to see few of these things,
others I have shown.
No matter what,
They will all someday become known.
What are these things, you ask?
Quite simply:
My memories, my wishes, my past.