himadhaman

where does time go?

a month goes by and its like i never even noticed. i have a fluid relationship with time. sometimes you can freeze it and its sharp and hard and sometimes you drown in it get lost in it you can't even get a breath you're so covered in it.

i'm in the shallow end tonight, i'm floundering. the past isn't making any sense tonight. i'm trying to remember all the sequences of events, but they don't make sense any more. is that good? moving on is good, but i don't think this is moving on. its more like some kind of chronosthesia.

things are good. i don't have any time, maybe thats why its making me crazy tonight. i have so little of it, by and large. i looked in my bag tonight, and saw sartre, plato, and an egyptian lexicon for my language class. yeah, egyptian. how cool is that. drama has increased, but my caring has reduced.

my creativity is inversely proportional to my lonliness. i haven't written much lately.