Wednesday, June 02, 2004
I haven't done this in some time. Forgive me, it always takes a little getting used to.
I spend days upon days wandering around a labyrinth of thoughts. Thinking is solace, thinking is calming, thinking itself fuels my escapist tendencies.I am suddenly aware that I am tired of nothingness, tired of neverending runways, tired of hiding along with the stark awareness that I'm only playing to keep myself entertained. I am tired of parallel structures; in sentences, mazes and existence.
Would someone take time to go away with me?
I was walking the streets the other day, and I stumbled upon loneliness on one of its better days. I am reminded of Dickinson's "Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me". Strange as this might sound, loneliness is undoubtedly good company. But then again, with good music, great scenes and a perfectly brewed cup of tea, anyone could be.
sherry @ 1:57:00 am
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