Sunday, September 25, 2005ReflectionsLaughter. It's funny sometimes how time just passes. You toil, you laugh, you cry, and one day you look back and realize that you've aged, and that while you've stood there in a schizophrenic daze, time has always moved forward. Memory. I can't remember when the last time I was able to just forget about the minutes, the deadlines, the buzz-whirr-click machinery of the day. It's so distant. I've only faint memories of a young brash child, full of hope, naive, infantile and best of all invincible to the world. Grind. The well-oiled cogs of time have passed seconds and hours of my life and sometimes in a moment of weakness, I despair. Father time has added up each second of my life and I can't remember where it's all gone. As I search my mind, the bright grandiose plans of the future lay unfinished, unbuilt and gathering dust somewhere. I can't even remember when it was that I layed them down or when I looked away. Importance. I guess it's for the best. There were so many important things that have ceased to matter and others that have taken their place. Perspective can be such a wonderful hue for vision of time, of friends, of love. And yet if I were to paint the picture of where I am, I wonder what palette time would be. Maybe blue-green like the sea-- endless, flowing, but neither here nor there. posted @ 02:08 AM PST [link] |
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