don't judge me until you have walked a mile in my shoes You can't even begin to imagine what it is that I have been through and how it has affected me. You can't even begin to imagine how what I fear is mixed so tightly with what I long for. You can't imagine the way it feels to be home on a molecular level, to wonder back and forth between the gate. It is a conversatoin without words, a simple sharing of all exsistance. I wander that gateway, I yern for it's knowledge, but I know I am illequiped to deal with it. To handle the view society will take on me if I dare to blaspheme thier beliefs, thier truths, thier illusions.
There is no spoon
Thursday, September 19, 2002