abstractgeek's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fly (2) I'm tired. I'm unsure. I'm not up. I'm not down. Where am I? What am I? Who am I? So much to say. No way to say it. I cannot express. It all sticks inside. I know people care. People have expressed this. I know people are my friends. Their actions show this. I do not know if I care. I see this vacant shell that is my life. Yet it has become a paradox. I have seen more life in this shell than anywhere else. So am I truly emptied? No. I cannot be. That last glimmer of light remains. Strong. There is nothing now. Only hope. Hope that it all gets better. Hope for a life worth living. Hope for something wonderful. I still remain unsure. I do not know what lies ahead. I feel like Hamlet. Not knowing what dreams may come. Though I speak not of the sleep of death. But the sleep of life. In life are we truly awake? I think not. These blurred visions of people. Flying by. Or am I the one who is flying? To fly. To be free. To live. That is true happiness. Some may see it as love. As friendship. As achievement. To me, I am not sure what form it comes in. Blurred figures passing me by. Those who are clear, do I know them? No, not all. Those in focus. They have interest. Character. Beauty--inside or out. Life. They are taking off too. To fly. To live. To understand. The flight is a new plane. New thoughts. New life. To fly is to be reborn. 10:37 p.m. - 2002-03-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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