|wSep 26, 2007|
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
I was going to write something, but now I don't know what to say. I wait for something profound to occur to me, but it never does. I still think of myself as a writer even though I can't remember the last time I write, and have not written anything seriously in.....well, in forever.
Nothing really feels real any more. Am I really going to graduate from school in eight months? What the hell am I going to do?
I focus too much on getting through a day to be capable of any sort of long-term planning. I'll just continue floundering.scribbled mystickeeper at 12:42 AM
Profound is in the eye of the beholder. Some of the most meaningful accounts I can recall are translated by recounting everyday stories.
..wheres the fear in the dust?
Jay: The title of the post is actually a line from T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land." Fear because all is reduced to nothingness, etc.
I always heard that some people make a make a pros and cons list. That's what I thought about. It'll come.
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