Sometimes it's hard to think about just how far things have gone. To look closely at surroundings, one can only find what they've missed before, things changed and their motives or allegories come to light as black tributes to the roaring chaos about.
Once one began to look, there were two paths created, both taken by mirror beings. One is to stop looking, the other is to continue. Either can be taken over time, one then another, then back. It is possible to never look, but it is not possible to look forever.
Starry glade in the shadows,
dew on grasses, lights on rose,
no breeze between.
Those stars live in the water,
they hang, then totter,
'til they take flight and crash below.
Each one a universe and more
within each is a door
to a star.
Each star amongst the many
some may give any
to come back to this one.
On Xmas of 1992 my brother gave me this journal made of recycled paper with a twig pencil. I eventually filled it up sporadically up to 1995. I dug it out, dusted it off, and started looking through it today, May 6th, 2013. I've decided to reproduce the posts online. It's raw and sure to be embarrassing, but I feel enough time has passed that I can distance myself, yet find a very familiar me within these lines and perhaps find the inspiration to take up the pen again..... Thanks, big Bro.
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