and so it goes
my powerbook died. again.
sometiimes i wonder what life holds and how we can take so much for granted.
the amusement of it all... how things work out.
how we learn, what we learn, what we see.
and how we are taught to believe what we see, as opposed to what is really there in plain sight.
we cover the elephant in the centre of the room in mirrors, and in turn we look at the shadows, trying to interpret them... change our slow small slice of the world.
there are times when i have thought that i knew all there was to know about something.
life is a river i want to keep flowing.
love is a...
love is an afterthought.
why am i single?
i shrug.
because i can brush the petal of a rose on my lips and for me for now that's sweet enough.
my prince will happen along one day. shining armour or not.
and someday i'll be able to walk into the sunset and grasp onto a single moment forever... freezing in time that moment when you've grabbed up a mass of sand, and the instand before it begins to trickle through your fingers, like water falling over a cliff.
sometiimes i wonder what life holds and how we can take so much for granted.
the amusement of it all... how things work out.
how we learn, what we learn, what we see.
and how we are taught to believe what we see, as opposed to what is really there in plain sight.
we cover the elephant in the centre of the room in mirrors, and in turn we look at the shadows, trying to interpret them... change our slow small slice of the world.
there are times when i have thought that i knew all there was to know about something.
life is a river i want to keep flowing.
love is a...
love is an afterthought.
why am i single?
i shrug.
because i can brush the petal of a rose on my lips and for me for now that's sweet enough.
my prince will happen along one day. shining armour or not.
and someday i'll be able to walk into the sunset and grasp onto a single moment forever... freezing in time that moment when you've grabbed up a mass of sand, and the instand before it begins to trickle through your fingers, like water falling over a cliff.