the stars are projectors

2004-10-17, 2:58 p.m.

so i come back to the same hair, and the same eyes, the same nose, and the same words that i had before i left. i wouldnt say i expected a change, but i do look out the window now and i see the rain falling; finally. thursday night, i looked through the car window out onto the lake, and the dashboard lights were rocket ships, blasting off into the void above the vacant lights of casinos and motels across the water. i could see my eye, reflected ad infinum, with the glare that only confusion can bring out.

i find myself at the crossroads once again, a familiar place for a human to be, and my insides are speeding down towards one fork in the path, no seatbelt to keep me safe; once again, a familiar style for a human.