October 14, 2008

  • Someone once described it as searching for answers when you don't know the questions. I don't think it's it, though. I just don't even know what's real and what's not anymore. And how can you be expected to act when you don't know what you're reaching for? So I float. But I've always hated floating. I've always had an agitation to move. Waiting is the most insanity driving device. But I lack clarity.

    This seems unclear: it's life.