postcards.

September 10, 2008

willow trees and bumbling bees..
what has become of me?

the future is a terrifying temporal space. in it is doubt, uncertainty, and the possibility of heartbreak.
life is a mini-series of shows. in each show there must be the ingredients; the storyline with its climaxed tipping point,
i feel like i am here. on my way to the top of the mountain, experiencing happiness until it all clusters into chaos. that is it. once my jar of happiness is too full, it will explode, and i will fall off the cliff.
the happiness that i found was innocent, naive, almost childlike.
i want to bask in my youth and pause time.

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