2005-07-06
light my fire
"Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself." -Nietzsche
i want you to tell me the difference between a rip and a tear.
a lot has happened! okay, maybe not so much, but a lot i have experienced. there is a slight alter in the meaning and overall concept.
people change and morph. it is as though we are clay- solid, stable (well, at least some of us...), consistent... yet taking on different forms and mutations (this world has a negative connonation that does not always apply, as is the case here). these analogies/metaphors grow tired, i realize that. but it is on my mind.
time is the hand that molds our clay into the shape we become.
i was there. it was amazing. for fleeting moments, it was as if nothing changed, as though i was never separated from them by the length of flathead lake for two years now. we saw mr. danley on the hill. i so remember him! i was a know-it-all, and his class was fun and i learned a lot. vaguely familiar people abound. the feel of the place was the same. i should have stopped by the land at jette. such a bright star you are.
i want to write all about it, for the words to flow out my fingertips and describe what it was like and how these people were... but i'm not sure how. that makes it sound overwhelming, daunting, and profound. that's not my intention. i'll think about it.
life is people. it's michael's voice, adam's laughter, petie's nose freckles, thom's care, sean's cheesy grin, lizz's dimples, kristine's familiar hazel eyes, the new alluring smell of matt, isaac's simple smile... it's this sort of stuff that makes it all worth the sadness and misery that i've dabbled in before. i am doing well. and it's good to consciously acknowlege that.
i'm thinking i'll get off the computer now. maybe i'll come back and say some more later. the sky blossomed and i swelled inside a little amidst simply good happiness. have a nice time.
leesah-likes at 7:18 p.m.