A Journal of Sorts
"the sun rises slowly on another day the eastern sky grows cold winter in water colours shades of grey something something holds me hypnotized... I stare at the window stare at the window waiting for the day to go winter in water colours shades of grey something something holds me hypnotized... |
The Cure still alone and wandering in my circle... wonderng if all this rambling I do here will mean anything to anyone (besides me, I mean)... and wondering what it might all means to me if I ever decide to find the time to sit down and read it all... as it is, I don't even proofread or spellcheck (one day, when I get a real computr and web design programs, if it's possible to simply run every page through a program for spellchecking, link checking, and whatever checking, I shall do it... a more visually exciting design might be nice... actually, visuals that fit the mood and subjects would be much better... now and then I look at other peoples journals and websites and the one thing I see I want besides graphics is easier navigation)... is there too much scrolling and clicking to read through my journal? (and now, the debate)... dont worry, I won't burden you with the details just yet J everyone wants to know the truth as if knowing truth brings peace but we all know the world is round and anywhere war can be found as if we are a species that thrives on pain and grief maybe the only peace is rest in peace as if we can know peace or anything after exhaling our last release I'll just be sitting here sometimes in a staring into space mood, maybe just staring out the window at something amusing or maybe just wandering through the vacant fields of my mind (hope my mind is never actually full)... and suddenly something seriously profound will come to me and ask, demand to be expressed in words... sometimes it's in the midst of irreverence or silliness or some such nonsense even... and I wish I could find the right words, better words, words closer to the profundity, words that express the depth and seriousness, words that express the truth... and then, as if the balance was inevitible, I am amused at my seriousness and return to the understanding of relativity... and the window and vacant fields call me again... c'est la vie... obviously I write so much that a whole lot of meandering (and meaningless, I suppose) babbling flows through these pages... but then, anything of value is usually diluted (by osmosis or somethng, huh?) and must be mined and refined or extracted to be of real value... so perhaps a 'best of the journals' would be a much better presentation... but I'll leave that for editors, should one(s) come along... but what would my rambles be like without typoes? J where are the quarks in a gumdrop? |
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