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Saturday, May 28, 2005
Yet when you think about it, the transcendence of things doesn't matter much anymore, does it? Here. There. Now. Later. Soon. Never. What sets the one apart from the other? It's all merely nothing but a matter of perception and relativism. Yet it's the strings that run deeper under the layer of illusion that mean more than simply a good time out or being physically together. It's the vibes that transmit from one corner of the globe to the other, saying 'You matter to me', that mean so much more than the mere experience of feeling someone next to you. They could be hearing, but not listening. To truly listen, the ears do nothing, but the heart opens itself up and sheds its insecurities. Like water from a tap, constantly dripping into an empty cup, my cup has overflowed with the accumulation of time, and things have changed. I cannot simply tolerate as I used to, and the blind eye has been lost. A loss of innocence perhaps? Or simply not being bothered anymore? When you push someone to their edge, either they rebound, or they fall. In my case, I am slowly and surely rebounding. The fragile balance has been upset and things simply cannot return to the way they were no matter how hard I try or pretend.Trying, and tired of trying. I hope this winter goes well.
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