24 April 2008

Untitled Version 2.0

...and so what? If you go, how long? No matter how I...

...why do I have to choose, can't I walk both paths, treading them carefully, it's better to have two paths to tread, right, rather than just one, or much worse than that, none, it's better to have two, right? Am I right? Am I...

...I know, I know, I love what I do, but somehow, I feel, like what Dolores crooned, all my plans fell through my hands, it suddenly seems...

...should I be excited, or should I be pensive, or should I scratch my head and bang it against the wall, or should I be blissful, or should I be worried, or should...

...sometimes I wonder, is my life for rent? It's true, I haven't really found a place that I call home, I never stick around quite long enough to make it, or...

...Dido was right, or was she? Buffalo seems to be fading away to the distance, getting smaller and smaller, blending with the horizon, slowly, from a huge picture of excitement, all the way to a small black-to-grey dot. Once it was here, and now I feel it slipping out, falling out of my fingers...

...funny, when a few months ago, I get an itch, that the time to leave Buffalo is getting near, and I am getting tired of the locale, but now, when an opportunity is letting itself made known to me, I have to think twice, thrice, four times, five times to the umpteenth power, and check whether it is the right move...

...funny when it seems how people strive to make a mark on this world, how small a chance one has...

...escape, take me, will you? Take me, higher, where the waking and dreaming worlds collide, take me, make me feel alive, for the very first time...



(Glass Lamps, from my Corning Glass Series)

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