plato's thoughts could construct a universe of their own

2004-08-17, 7:33 p.m.

i feel just a little swollen today, like a piece of me was surgically removed, and now i am scabbing just to fill that void. nothing is really missing though, nothing dramatic either; infact, i have found more stable ground on which to stand.

thats it maybe, the awakening from a dream where i am cast out into the endless waves that keep my eyes burning and utterly aware of all the instability. there is a crowd taht watches now, with pens that furiously scribble in notebooks while i plead my case. they are doctors and lawyers, trained to syphon off the lies and leave a feeble bodied truth laying motionless on the floor. i am somewhere between the wood flooring and the concrete foundation of this house, and i wish there was some way to free my hands so i could touch someone tangible.