2002-10-07 - 9:49 p.m.
wow...I've been pretty good at updating this thing every night, or at least on a regular basis. I'm not really sure if that's worthy of pride. Things aren't the way I want them to be, but I'll live. I'm about to make a naive and cliche statement...here goes... Things always tend to work out for the best. I'm keeping this all very vague...good.
The long distance glances reflect back snapshots of the human condition. We laugh, cry, live, and die, and are all fundamentally alone. But this humanity is what ties us together. Seperate but connected, we find security in our own common struggles. I see the bittersweet burden of each new day hanging heavy in the eyes of everyone I pass on the street. We sleep the same sleep. We dream the same dreams. We all stretch our hearts wide under the warm black safety of night, hanging on the hope that the stars are there for us. There is a softness deep inside us all. Yes, even you. We try like hell not to let it show, but that just makes it softer and more vulnerable. I'm tired of wanting things that I can't have. I'm tired of playing socio/psychological games. I look out at the faces of the multitudes, and I can see that they are tired too.
