Oasis
I seem like I've been trying to make up for lost time these last couple of weeks. See people I wouldnt have seen, say things I wouldnt have said, make dates I otherwise wouldnt have gone on...just because I know what it is to see time run out with small beads of sand.
I know what it means to be alone and I think I have to make it all up at once. If there is one thing, more then anything else, that I am most sick of in this world it is mirages. The flat truth hidden behind the veil of pretty fantasies and pictures. My life has been full of mirages.
Theres a story I need to tell.
About a boy.
And isolation.
And Catolina.
That word has haunted me lately.
How much do we lose everyday by being trapped as ourselves?
How much do we gain for any connection?
Which is a more interesting relationship, two people who love each other but can never understand the other, or two people who understand each other but can never love the other?
How much space exists between a kiss?
Why does isolation weigh more?
I need to get off this kick. These people.. will be here if I'm in Japan or not. Most of them really wont care where I am. The ones that do, it wont be much more then the occasional blip in their mind. They arnt in my world for the next 8 months. The space is too great.
Already I know the one rut I cannot let myself fall into is worrying about people here when I am there. I always look to the place I'm not at. I'm addicted to Catolina.
I know what it means to be alone and I think I have to make it all up at once. If there is one thing, more then anything else, that I am most sick of in this world it is mirages. The flat truth hidden behind the veil of pretty fantasies and pictures. My life has been full of mirages.
Theres a story I need to tell.
About a boy.
And isolation.
And Catolina.
That word has haunted me lately.
How much do we lose everyday by being trapped as ourselves?
How much do we gain for any connection?
Which is a more interesting relationship, two people who love each other but can never understand the other, or two people who understand each other but can never love the other?
How much space exists between a kiss?
Why does isolation weigh more?
I need to get off this kick. These people.. will be here if I'm in Japan or not. Most of them really wont care where I am. The ones that do, it wont be much more then the occasional blip in their mind. They arnt in my world for the next 8 months. The space is too great.
Already I know the one rut I cannot let myself fall into is worrying about people here when I am there. I always look to the place I'm not at. I'm addicted to Catolina.