^ (n a v i g a t e) ^
9:36 p.m., 2002-04-09
sometimes when i think of you i think of how patterns repeat and how easy it is to trod familiar pathways. i think of the pressure in expectation of what i want so wholeheartedly to simply jump right into. i think of youthful foolhardiness. i think of fear of the unknown. i think of i think of the responsibility of having raw emotion hinging on words, hinging on actions, hinging on a coupling of the two or the absence of either.some days things shift.
my inherent cynicism subsides as a result of this wellspring of cleansing emotion.
i think of the intoxication of proximity, as relative as the term stretches, i think of dreaming and remembering. i think of how certain elements of my vocabulary have taken on a new meaning; meaning that had always been there, but only now is being explored by me. i think of how patterns repeat but are cut from an original. i think of the first footsteps on sand that has freshly witnessed an ebbed tide.
i think of trails being hewn in raw emotion.
