The Shooting Star
I am falling… fallen from reaching for the star. Now that I am here, the limbo of being, it is uncomfortable, insecure and overly self conscientious. My mind has been channeled to the realms of this dream again. The last episode, it was a total abstinence from reasoning with the mind. Now, I find myself crossing a bridge that separates the sea from this earth. Although, I should not be afraid of appearing stupid, because I am… stupid, that is. heh. I was surprised yet again how easy it is to subscribe to the quasi-illusion of never being alone. Is this how it is supposed to feel like? I find that I question my observations and analysis more than before… Was something incinerated inside of me from this passion of doubt and second guessing the features? The only thing more mysterious than Fate is Affinity. Affinity to thus is Fated. Fate may be in your hands, but Affinity to someone is undeniable yet unexplainable.
but when is it real? because most think they have it yet they barely will ever get to know us… though u are right it is undeniable & unexplainable …
marita said this on May 31, 2005 at 6:08 pm