Wednesday, July 29, 2009
I looked at the picture I just made and the mouth's a little displaced.
The fear is a little displaced.
Looking within, my thoughts seems a little displaced. Not quite centralised as I have the impression they 'should' be. Are my emotions just as displaced?
I have a relatively solid idea of where I'm going.
I have a relatively solid idea of who I am.
Relative to a year ago.
Probably relative to a week ago.
Time moves, the second hand ticks by, I have the impression that I learn and grow most days.
Life and time feel and seem completely without reason.
So we dance. Dance dance dance.
And maybe some love.