this is where we look for things
12.17.02 - 7:24
i never really thought about it before. i would just write the things that i felt and sometimes they came out looking pretty.
what life is. it's like, blocks piled on top of each other. scenes spliced together. it's so very important when you're in the now and so utterly unimportant once the moment has passed. the worst is the stress. every little thing you're trying to get done the right way right now. and then it's over and you've moved on to something new except now it's even more stressful. it doesn't even matter. you look back and understand that it wasn't worth it, that it didn't really matter all that much.
so anyway. i think i've reached a zen state. i don't really know what's going on but i don't care. things happen and days pass and it's all a blur. it's ok, though. there isn't any feeling left. i'm not sure what's running through my veins.
