.02 (the even more sensible version)
It has been a long time...
and I still do not know what to write.
this is a statement regarding the tiny cyclical nature of my life right now. one day tends to blend seamlessly into the next. people i adore and used to hang out with daily, are regulated to a quarterly appearance. they did not make it in before the player hit the scratch.
is this what growing up is?
(does not help that I am 100 miles from any real culture)
is it learning to balance on a rope that is reality, with dreams to balance you, and oblivion beneath you?
(if so, I am all grown up, but I fear i may lose drop the pole)
other than, I am peachy keen.
and I still do not know what to write.
this is a statement regarding the tiny cyclical nature of my life right now. one day tends to blend seamlessly into the next. people i adore and used to hang out with daily, are regulated to a quarterly appearance. they did not make it in before the player hit the scratch.
is this what growing up is?
(does not help that I am 100 miles from any real culture)
is it learning to balance on a rope that is reality, with dreams to balance you, and oblivion beneath you?
(if so, I am all grown up, but I fear i may lose drop the pole)
other than, I am peachy keen.