Sunday, April 27, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Night after night, sun light to lamp light, I lay and I stand, neither of which my eyes are closed. I enjoy solitude at times, when I can hear myself. I enjoy it also when a million thoughts cannot parade my mind. My dreams are a capsule of a much different solitude. If only I could stop this, stop writing, stop thinking. Stop the monotonous cycle of being.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
I ran as fast as I could to the adrenaline that pulled me. As fast as I fell, I arose internally. Although I hit walls and went down one way streets, I did not stop. My feet did not stop moving. My life is propelled by the unknown, not by fear. I have no regret. I live to learn and I learn by experience. Experience is how I learned to love.