Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Felt The Chill Upon My Face

... and smiled. every moment the universe is recreated anew, and I have found a kind of peace. This Is Now, I Am Me, beholden to none and in these words I am free. such is life.

for this too has passed.

It's Like Waking up out of a dream, breaking free of these shackles upon my consciousness, the barrier between me and all that I am attracted to, shattered. the grip on my throat as I wish to talk crushed.

I am Become Death, Destroyer of Worlds.

The world I lived in as a half of a couple, no more. I am no Ex. I am a worker, a student, a bludger. I blog, I hike, I have the scars of life over this body, I have been sliced in half and stapled together again. I travelled the world at the age of ten, from Disneyland to Disneyworld, Tijuana to Niagara. John O'Groats to Land's End. I Have seen all that I have seen, and This Is Not the World I Shall Die In. When I Become Death Itself, The World I Leave Behind Will Be Better.

This is only one beer talking. tomorrow I shall walk to the beach, and return. On thursday, I shall acknowledge that girl. On Saturday and Sunday I am going to work all I can, and have fun watching drunken gays one night, and singles the other, drink to their heart's desire and find love enough for the night. Tommorow I will buy a paper, and apply for jobs. For wallowing in depression is not the world I live in anymore. The universe is created anew every moment.

and for all this, I am thankful.

Also, I reckon we all better go out sometime in the city, y'all don't know what yer missin. posted by Keegan at 6:37 pm

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