2002-02-11 @ 8:54 p.m.
Lost in a misty haze
I'm flying high above the world... I can see it all from up in the sky...
I can see how Chris is undermining our past relationship to save his heart...
I can see how I am pushing Peter away from me.. to save my own heart...
I can see how I won't get the job interviews that I so keenly desire.
I can see how I hate my courses and how my grades are falling...
I watch myself running through the woods. Running away from life.. from people... searching for love in the colours of the mosses and the shapes of the leaves...
I see the people around me... they are so brilliant in mind and soul... so honest and true.
The women are all beautiful, and the men are all strong. I feel like a knot in the wood of this forest of a campus. Rounded and tough. With the glory rising up over my head.
I'm crawling along the forest floor... I can see it all from down here amongst the roots...
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