(no subject)
the view has changed several times since i last updated this journal. I guess life can't always be about ponies and slow divers, so perhaps a return to this place is necessary for me to find a sense of equilibrium.
if that's even possible.
I am balancing on the edge of something. a great rift in the oceans of my heart and soul, unformed words escaping.
i want, but i don't know what it is yet.
with every day, i age. and with this fleeing time, so do many opportunities. I feel i have poetry, eternity, a great love affair inside me, and with every day the seed of it grows weary with whimsy.
and my words. so long spent, writing of horses and observations without a care for nuance or thought. it's been easy to grow lazy and complacent.
if that's even possible.
I am balancing on the edge of something. a great rift in the oceans of my heart and soul, unformed words escaping.
i want, but i don't know what it is yet.
with every day, i age. and with this fleeing time, so do many opportunities. I feel i have poetry, eternity, a great love affair inside me, and with every day the seed of it grows weary with whimsy.
and my words. so long spent, writing of horses and observations without a care for nuance or thought. it's been easy to grow lazy and complacent.