Addictions and other Character Flaws

I am a complexity of randomosity. I love the dark for its secrets and solace, a downward transcendental redemption for the sins committed in the daylight. My life is an addiction. Much as sometimes I may want to turn away and start from scratch, somehow it draws me back in. I want to remember the things most important, so here's the proof - and another addiction.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Counting Down

41 days, 9 hours, 20 minutes, seconds counting down...

And here I sit, in the office of my own creation, poring over books and schedules and writings that for the longest time have sat neglected. I continue the chronicle of my life on paper and in bits as a movie plays in the background.

Solitude...alone but not lonely, a cherished feeling not often present as of late. I'm pulling together the threads of my life, preparing for a wave of goodbyes and, hopefully, see-you-laters.

I had a point, somewhere in the depths of all of this, but it's been lost beneath the thoughts breaking the silence.

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