The Skinny

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I'm in the process. I'd like to expand on that, but it's in the process. I go about my business under the guidance of gut-feelings and universal street signs. I see myself as a very quiet person. Not because I have little to say, only that my abundant thoughts know not where to start. As a child I fantasized about looking through a telescope to give me truth about the world. It amuses me now that what I am doing is looking down a microscope in an effort to reevaluate my holistic position. I am a loner, a drifter, a dreamer.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Woozy.

Oh what do we know? What will I ever know? I feel like I've floated up out of my mind. Looking down into my life, but not the operator of it. Some call this progression. I can't tell which direction I'm headed. I'm at a stand still, I'm kind of quiet. Absolutely do I not want to make a move. A decision. Can't I just be confused? I'm thinking in a stop and go procession.
Watch out for whip lash.

I denied a thing I loved dearly last night. That's what I've been trying to do lately. Call it a project of impulse. Exercising the word "no." "Maybe" "Later?" I only say yes in disguise.

I need to go now, but I'd like to stay.
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