there are always people like that in our lives...they are strong and otherworldly...they lay out a magic for us to live in ... a perfect paradise that makes tears a lost tale...we depend on them....and believe that there strength has no bound...until we are honest ourselves finally... and look them in the eye... and realize that they were only human....human enough to stand strong against adversity and to shield us with their love

i write this as i always have...in a past that i have gladly forgotten...i am reaching out with my hand to a future that seeks to escape me...and all i have around me now is fog and confusion

i wish there was at least one comforting hand in the world...one hope...a sun breaking from the mountaintop to drive away the shadows...the shadows cling to me more closely than a garment...evil, cold amphibian hands that seem to reach right under my flesh and freeze my heart

the world is into facebook and michael jackson's death... i only see my universe....separate and detached from all.....

i once thought i was lost...now i just do not care

my being seems unmatchable...my desires my own and very cruel and sinister...

may be one day this will all make sense.....but for now...


i just keep on with the sojourn