out beyond the ideas of right and wrong, there is a field. i will meet you there.
2004-05-26 & 2:52 p.m.

it is packed chaos here, and the cardboard boxes that litter my room hold more life for me than most things here at what used to be some sort of concrete notion of home.

we are all passing through now, and these vague far-off notions of far-away lands hold the promise that keeps my sanity strung together.

soon, my eyes will see those i love unconditionally. and we will embark together on a journey that calls to us all. we will spin, laughing, dancing, smelling like wild mint, tasting like freedom.