Wednesday, July 13, 2005
It's odd how the little minute details in life trigger the start of what can only be called an invasion of thought. She goes to get her phone plan changed. The man behind the counter says "It's a two year contract". Two years, she thinks. Where will she be then? Could she still be here; could she be home; could this be home then as it so often feels like somedays? What will she be doing then? Studying; working; standing outside trinity church with a sign that says "Someone please. I've got the rings." [oh, the inside joke, ask if you would like to be let in].
The days move so quickly, not too long ago I got on a plane headed off for a place I knew only by name, and now I sit in the face of the same looming uncertainty. Oh, how life mocks us. The end of this is near, choices tapping their feet impatiently waiting to be made, the people I love and don't love look at me with expectant eyes and their lips moving with words that hold only what they think is best for me, dreamers to a side saying you've got what it takes so take a leap of faith, cynics to the other side saying the world doesn't stop for you to find your feet. A year to go, but we all know too well how time tricks us into thinking it's staying but you wake up only to find that it's gone. After it ends, who will be left? Will you, you, you and you still be here? Or will we catch the inevitable drift? So many questions, so many questions, but the answers only come with time. So much in life is temporary, but I'm not looking for people who only exist in pictures of what has been, it's so tiring to repeat the facts of your life everytime circles change.
But for now, this is all. The present tells me that it feels neglected, and if there's one thing I know, we must always attend to neglected things.
sherry @ 7:40:00 am
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