Friday, September 07, 2007

Communication reaches its natural end.

Intention sets out, valiant and hopeful.
Words tumble, earnest and certain.
Noise, noise, noise.
Life and love.

I'm not the person, you're not that man.

The End.


Monday, September 03, 2007

So I woke up. And really didn't want to.
Some days I get the feeling of inhabiting an unfamiliar body. An unfamiliar life. A list of tasks and acts that I never chose. Or some originary 'I' that cannot be traced.
And I walk around sulking because I really do want to know.
The why's what's and wherefore's...