I've already lived...this life I mean. It's all a repeat now... each day...like I've seen it before. In my dreams in my life, it's on repeat. Like that one cd you play over and over again. sometimes one song, again & again. Not that you're bored, not that you tire of it, you play it because you like it.we break out if it sometimes, seeing something different (thailand, nepal, australia)... sometimes going back to what we know (dancing in front of speakers in SF). But each time it's our life being played in front of us. Same life, the one we live each day.I wake like yesterday, I eat like yesterday, I sleep like yesterday...but today maybe something new. You never know....today's that day. That new crossing, that new song, that new face, that new scar. You never know...and that's what I live for. The repeats of each day, sometimes happy with the old, and always looking for the new....
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
you're running...where? don't know....take some time. Look around...see if you want to meet. Make a friend...have some conversations (email or IM)...party a bit (let me know where)...who knows and who really cares?
My Blog
"Some doors just aren't meant to be opened..."
how many years back now, I have a vague memory. One night in college, 4 friends....sipping tea. And the door was opened. The lights, the sounds, the music, the memories. I'm going to run outside a... Posted by on Sun, 24 Apr 2005 01:04:00 GMT
