the things that shook me. . . how entertainingly odd that they would also be the things that inspire me, ther are my reason for living, but also my reason to want to die. They are the light in the darkness, the reason that all of this was endured and yet they are unobtainable, mysteriously out of reach. Hidden in the worst place of all -plain sight. They are the memories that haught my dreams that enlighten my soul. They are the past present and future. they are the my living essence and I can not seem to exprese them. i am aware that if I could full grasp the glory of it I would kill myself to achieve it, although I could not achieve it in that manner.
Tuesday, August 20, 2002