Thursday, February 19, 2009
My life, hmm, how can I explain this.
I always live in this anticipation and almost fear of intersecting lines. Fear is a wrong word, I'm not afraid, I just hate seeing it from afar and waiting for it to happen.
Where will two points converge on one another? They're going to cross, it's inevitable.
Cars will come upon me, and I am the lesser, the car will win the battle. I'll be walking, I walk very purposely and someone will get in my way. It'll happen.
So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that this is what I think about, these little insignificant things rule my mind, and I don't know if this makes me better for it, or worse.
Sometimes I'm physically clumsy, but my mind always sees the details.