:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Friday, February 21, 2003 ::

How, Indeed
The blog's not the place for it at all, really. If I can't even tell people, friends, in reality, callously throwing up reflections on a blog isn't...appropriate. So, as in life, I make vague hints. It's been this way for four days. Occasionally, quite upset about it, sometimes floating around it, but never ignorant of it. How can I be?

I've hit threshold. The largest active change to my life, the way I define myself, and I can't post it. Functionally, not that much has changed, but most everything feels different, and there's always these questions, these ghosts asking why and how long and if ever. Sift sift sift, work work work, all against this sad backdrop of feeling irrevocably alone. It's not a literal, immediate solitude; I still see everyone and such. But honestly, (and this is dangerous that this is the case) everything means less. I miss California, I miss Vegas, I miss my family, I miss stability, and I miss harmony. But mostly I miss Love.


:: Aziz 2:29 PM [+] ::
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