Friday, January 16, 2004

Searching in earnest...if there's a time to be honest, I assume it is not now. Because if it were, then I would know.
Unfailingly, unflinchingly and unknowingly...I would know...

Right now, it is a time to crouch in silence and watch the clouds weave patterns in faraway skies. And hope as hell that everybody I love are happy in their parallel universes. Happy in the things that they do, the fears that they fight and the loves that they live. If they weren't , then how would I ever believe that I stand a chance? Therein lies the irony of voyeurism...in its search for validation...in its desperate need for a raison d'ĂȘtre...in its pathetic bid to belief...