Friendships, Loves........ everything can slip away, so readily.
Whether in Virtual Worlds, or Real Ones.
There are moments, where voices try to speak, and unrecognizable sounds come out. People say something but it sounds like something else. Maybe it really is something else.
Reality is in the mind of the Beholder.
Last night i thought i heard the glass of friendship fracture.... cracking slightly. I pray it doesn't shatter.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Happy February
Been far far too long since i have posted. Life has been very busy working on the play; i find i am hardly building anymore; hit a few classes. I have some great ideas for furniture, and if i get them organized and built, i may rent a store from Lazlo and show them on twilight.
Getting ready for the trip to China, and starting to plan one for Egypt in May 2009. Life is so exciting!
Lately attention is being spent on the play i am co-directing, "How I learned to Drive". In the last few days i have also become in charge of Tech, which if anyone really knows me is terribly funny. what is that arrow button for again? and the square? say that again?
Joe is out of town towards the end of this week. I always feel blue when he is gone, hopefully the play opening will help stave that off.
Getting ready for the trip to China, and starting to plan one for Egypt in May 2009. Life is so exciting!
Lately attention is being spent on the play i am co-directing, "How I learned to Drive". In the last few days i have also become in charge of Tech, which if anyone really knows me is terribly funny. what is that arrow button for again? and the square? say that again?
Joe is out of town towards the end of this week. I always feel blue when he is gone, hopefully the play opening will help stave that off.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I look tough
i must look tough. inside i am not. i am really tired of being strong, of holding up. it's someone else's turn, now.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Love (a poem)
Love, you came into my life to move me
Beyond any dream or expectation
Rounding out the life I had without you
Completing me
Symbiotically the rhythm I needed to survive
The intravenous fluid I need
The meaning to my existence
You are my blood, my viscosity, my raison d’etre
Falling to you, loving you, without question…
Beyond any dream or expectation
Rounding out the life I had without you
Completing me
Symbiotically the rhythm I needed to survive
The intravenous fluid I need
The meaning to my existence
You are my blood, my viscosity, my raison d’etre
Falling to you, loving you, without question…
Thursday, September 13, 2007
a Beginning
my first blog..........
by definition it needs to be fuzzy and meaningless.
I am born today, to define a new place to be...
to be an identity without a home, and a home without an owner.
Seek not to fit me into a space; instead, seek a space to fit the world into...
Love not, want not.
Love more, want more.
ask more
die more
by definition it needs to be fuzzy and meaningless.
I am born today, to define a new place to be...
to be an identity without a home, and a home without an owner.
Seek not to fit me into a space; instead, seek a space to fit the world into...
Love not, want not.
Love more, want more.
ask more
die more
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