Dream Meets Reality
03/02/2004 - 1:52 a.m.
Music : Broadway by the Goo Goo Dolls
Mood : better than the poem makes me out to be
Random Proclamations from Me, Myself, and I : *mildly spacey jig
Hidden Trait
a friend told me this was a good one: written tonight.
2 comments so farIt lives inside me
Is this alright
But wants to come out
Trying to ignore it
And what it's about
Bringing a dosage of pain
Can I feel happy
Without playing this game
I look for some comfort
Long for it too
But how do I lose this
When I don't have a clue
"When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered."
-Waking Life
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