The Wanderer and His Shadow

a day away from 23.

my heart needs to stretch to accommodate the whole range of new emotions i am forced to face (mostly different shades of uncertainty). my perception needs to expand in order to own greater eyes to understand...

for,i must understand the changing horizon- the line at which the sky and Earth appear to meet; the line at which my unspoken dreams and actuality meet; the line at which my self-perception and the words spoken about me behind my back meet.

as the scenery changes so must i.

after all, nothing is real. nothing is true. nothing is permanent. nothing is ever really right.
"i'll never understand. i will never wake up knowing how or why."

i will never wake up knowing who i am until the day i die.

posted by Pat @ 3:21 PM