...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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A Journal of Sorts
"well, it took a little time
but I guess you finally learned
that promises get broken
and bridges do get burned
you've been sifting through the ashes
just trying to find a flame
holding on to nothin'
you're a victim of the game"
~ Mark D Sanders - Garth Brooks ~
awake again... the pendulum continues on an upward swing... all in all things are pretty good... found a place, clean, safe, all new inside... roommates I can get along with... things to do (saw a show a couple of days ago cuz roommate had free tickets)... went to dinner, expanding contacts... and relaxing, definitely relaxing... even got one of the old computers hooked up which is a relief as I was concerned the writings on that computer might have been lost... and more than 80 cable channels... forgot what TV was like LOL J
now that I'm not buried on Maslow's bottom level I can look up towards learning from the lessons I've been through and get back on that freedom train toward enlightenment myself (when the other hungers are crying out too much, thinking gets tough... of course I'm still just a step off the bottom, so continue)...
I feel the crash coming... the physical crash, that is... I may sleep for a month or so as the pace of 1999 is finally winding down... so if I disappear, no worries... and if I appear semi-coherent (well, that's nothing new), maybe it'll be cure or clever or something... all that's missing is someone to cuddle up with (someone with oodles of petience since I'll be asleep a while and the whole point of cuddling up to sleep is to find somebody still there caring and burturing upon awakening... in those fragile moments when sleep fades and life begins again J
