Thursday, June 05, 2003
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
I wonder what it's like to know honestly that you're good.
To stand up
With ultimate control, composure...
power
Over the mood
the atmosphere
the people,
and most importantly,
yourself
To know exactly what to wield and the outcome.
To play with the dynamics of the situation like an artist with his canvas.
To pour my being into what I give.
To be beautiful.
Confidence.
I hope it's just PMS.
I cannot trust what I have anymore.