It's just life
I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd.


Thursday, Mar. 29, 2007
To push or to pull? That is the question. It's always the question. There's a delicate tension between the two.

Sometimes I push when I should pull. Sometimes I push so hard when I should pull I end up shattering the glass door.

And I'm not so skilled at repairing glass doors.

Now, there's this empty space where a door should be. So much space I'm drowning in space. Space creates distance. Does distance make the heart grow fonder? Or is it just distance? Disconnection?

"I'm sorry, the person you are trying to reach is not available."

9:41 a.m. ::
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