checkin in a bag to the cyber coat room
Date: Apr 19th, 2007 5:23:40 am - Subscribe
Mood: Somnolent, restless.
something in the real to share: Mmm water.
So venting again to the world, but still painfully short of something to say. Is there a meaning or a truth I can offer you? And if there was, would it be my place to offer it to you? I think the truth is, I just want you to know that I’m here. That I’m still here. I want to remember this feeling when the memory fades.
I’ve been trying to stop from thinking too deeply lately. Don’t worry about the mental scars, just heal the skin and let time do the rest. Its proving to be a worthwhile way of doing things. Slowly. Somehow, it isn’t as pain staking to actually take the time to do things at this moment in time. Somehow it isn’t as important to analyse what is happening. It is very likely only a brief reprieve before all the noise starts in my head again… but we will see in time.
Time isn’t my enemy, it is my friend and mentor. And for the first time in a long time, I feel like I might actually have a reasonable amount of it as an option.
So with this all happening, it comes as no surprise that I have so little to say. There is no insight, I’m painfully low on observations—due to my self imposed seclusion. And I’m just waiting to see where all this dust settles.
Something akin to happy.
Tron.
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