new year, old thoughts
I'm reminded of past epiphanies whenever I experience a new one. It's like an odd familiarity of setting--deja vu, if you will. It feels like I discover some remote depth of my brain--or ego--and then trudge through my swamp of life as if change has opened up my scarred brain to some secret answer that only I can possess. What really occurs: I rediscover myself to forget myself for rediscovery at a later moment. This is no complaint, however. I'm just documenting my playful idiocy at the notion that you all give a rat's ass.
To use a couple clichés: in the end (that was the cliché), I'm reminded of past epiphanies whenever I experience a 'new' one. And I'm all alone. I don't mean for that sentence to serve a greater purpose (of pity), but more so as a factual sense. You are all alone, too. Being alone is what we do, and it's who we are.
The trick is finding someone to be alone with. (that was also a cliché)
To use a couple clichés: in the end (that was the cliché), I'm reminded of past epiphanies whenever I experience a 'new' one. And I'm all alone. I don't mean for that sentence to serve a greater purpose (of pity), but more so as a factual sense. You are all alone, too. Being alone is what we do, and it's who we are.
The trick is finding someone to be alone with. (that was also a cliché)