I wanna be...

Here
There
Everywhere

It sucks being so far away when you sense a need back home.
But at the same time, being far away brings the need right up to your face...
... and sometimes makes you more effective.

It's amazing, once again how God decides to orchastrate life.

And babe, please take care of yourself.
I see myself in you.
You've grown and it sucks missing all that.

Sadako left another message on the for me this evening while I was one the phone.
She possessed Adrian to write this in pencil thank god, on the wall of my study cubical.

3 more days

Alright kiddos... bring it on.

Limbotic

Theres really nothing here no one at all everything just slips and slides and flows around in one coagulated mass and there is really nothing to be done except to try to keep yourself from falling of course this almost never works

At all

I hate tripping over my own feet.

Ours is a high and lonely destiny
C.S. Lewis ~ The Magician's Nephew

Beauty.


And this was perhaps as close as it got, aside from cheerleading maybe.
But it's not over yet, not for what all this has to offer.

I'll see you in a bit.
Stay beautiful.

Things I learnt today:

1. That pride, when it shows, is ugly to both the self and society.

2. That my friends do retarded things to me when I'm not around:



6 Days would mean saturday. I think I can afford to lock myself in my room all day that day.

Soulitude is beautiful. But she needs someone to tell her that this is so.

I'm not used to the differences in priority.
I'm not used to the differences in power.
I'm not used to the differences in personalities and people
I'm not used to the differences in placing and places.

A little tossed, tipped, tackled.
Feeling for a frown, a line, a wrinkle

Sitting absolutely still for silence.
A silence that settles with strange becomings.

Moving round in circles to redefine the moment...
...Over and over again, like broken record.
And never really resting for the constant assult of perceptions.

To flow to push to force to release to strangle...
... a low resigned moan

Help me in my weakness...

"We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express"
Romans 8:26

Yes, I love the smell of sunlight.

Too bad it's just an illusion.

Lull me to dream

Always and forever
We'll be free...
Always and forever
You and me...

We'll love aplenty
We'll have joys outnumbered
We'll share perfect moments
You and me...
Lullaby ~ Lamb.

I'm just floating around here moving, and being moved by nothing.