Repression of expression

To repress an expression of desire brings pain, yet it is nothing compared to the potential crushed soul of the other party.

Memories of lost love

To endure the memory of lost love in solitude is worse than the absence thereof.
Ignorance is bliss.

Beauty

It matters not the subtle poetry of life;
the chaotic meter and rhyme lends itself to no prediction,
Promising only that in the end it is beautiful.

A Conclusion

This is not a conclusion insofar as a decision, but a conclusion of a day.

We live many many days. We live each one as we see fit, whether it is good for us or not, we live.

And every day, we conclude our day in anticipation of another beginning.

And so it is, as I conclude this Monday, Another day will soon begin, fresh with new challenges and experiences not yet anticipated.

All I will do is brace myself and face the new day with determination and hope, for who knows what lies in store?

Carpe Diem, Seize the day.

I intend to.

Never grow old

My midterm goal

August 20 I want to be packed and driving to Seattle.

This will help me get along and move on with my life.

Images in the clouds

Look up in the sky. Chances are that you see clouds. Clouds are nothing but suspended water vapor. Cloud shape is defined by the wind. They are nature's brush strokes across the sky. What do you see in the random beauty of nature?

Tonight as I smoked I saw battles fought. I saw dragons. I saw people in love. I saw my cat.

Most of all I saw my imagination at work.

I saw my inner clockwork arrange itself to fit an external stimulus so that the manifestation would be consciously apparent. It is a way for my subconscious to manifest itself to me without words.