Friday, September 26, 2003

Dispatch from Purgatory

The peace from the kendo class has not faded. But with this sense of freedom my urge to travel has awakened. I crave movement. I am afraid of thoughts that start to consume me when they have a chance to sprout roots and grow. Mostly since I have no one to tell them to. I hate when I sense any sort of need within myself for someone to know me intimately. I feel that this is impossible. Have I given in to hopelessness? I tell myself I have not, but then, what am I doing here? I’m not silly enough to expect happiness, but complacency seems to be beyond my grasp.


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