the diferences are staggering

2003-07-17, 1:40 a.m.

how can it be that in the same structure of 'time', there are so many outcomes. how is it that i may feel like the irrelevant comma in the midst of a writer's block, but with just a change in space, i feel love. the concert was awesome, yes so very awesome, and yes it is true that single conversations can sway the outcome of life.

"i sing with the birds, we just whistle at each other. but we are together, that's what i wake up for"

has the moon ever thought of such a thing as to cheat on the sun; to shine for another star? wearing the glow of seven thousand white lillies, on the edge of my seat and the colors become bright, this is all so fragmented. before it had the tangibilty of your hand pressed to your cheek, and now it is the fuzzy memory of a sleep induced kiss. ive come full circle to the acceptance that i will not find the answer with thought or introverted inspection, but rather with the emotions brought forth by the timid point of a finger, and the stolen glance that brings hope of exact secrecy and reciprocation. irrivocably stepping around metal and words, to acknowledge that we have but one perspective in a realm that has no quatifiable boundary... that is understanding why love makes your insides like cardboard butterflies; it's understanding that every star wants some other body to show, with extroverted truth, that it can infact shine.