| 5/16/02 Untitled Loneliness is but a word until it's illustration is conjured up in your life. Love: What might that be? Something for others. Fun is created by the self and used on your own terms. For some, happiness is just a smile or a close friend. To others it is something worked towards but never quite accomplished. To enjoy our time here we must leave our heads, escape the dwelling place and open up to the world. See for the first time and know there are things much bigger than you and I. Live. |
| 9/9/02 People Watching Individuals' minds in individual bodies brought together, silence, socialization. Inside each skull of bone and cerebral mass is more, Electrical pulses of love, fear, sadness, elation and depression. Eyebrows up, knod your head. You understand that you don't quite understand, friends, people, relations, and life. |
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| 2/20/02 Me I see, blinking as I move my head in different directions. I hear, crickets, cars, an airconditioning unit. I feel, the sheets under my feet, the pen in my hand, and my hair lieing on my shoulder. I smell, the familiar, my bedroom, the night air. I know, my family loves me, I have great friends, I'm lucky to be alive. I fear, roaches, failure, success, rollerblading down a hill, never finding "the one." I live. |
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