^ (n a v i g a t e) ^
5:38 p.m., 2003-03-12
when it comes down to it my mind is lost on the far reaches of subconscious collusion with fate, or at least what i've defined fate to be.there are triggers in me associated with things in this world that i want to collect and arrange in my museum.
i want room.
life has a way of settling around you like a thick down blanket and pinning you there, suffocating and twitching to suck breath. i'll never be able to break associations and every day i just want to slow it all down and take every step. take everything on purpose. to live like it makes a difference.
i don't want control, only the possibility thereof.
