dear little diary of mine diary,
so here we all are, standing (or sitting) at the cusp of what could be the beginning of something beautiful and yet that memory is still so fucking ugly. i had defined sanction in my own mind and Karma had even better ideas. i wait, determined to someday find my own important niche in the grand scheme of things, but even if that never comes again, there are few who've done all that i have. i try not to think that i may have 'missed' my flight into the world of opportunity, but merely chosen to take a later flight. i need to travel light. i must rid myself of the old fashioned luggage i tote and get new lightweight but durable baggage. a suitcase just cant weigh fifteen pounds empty anymore.
so here we all are, standing (or sitting) at the cusp of what could be the beginning of something beautiful and yet that memory is still so fucking ugly. i had defined sanction in my own mind and Karma had even better ideas. i wait, determined to someday find my own important niche in the grand scheme of things, but even if that never comes again, there are few who've done all that i have. i try not to think that i may have 'missed' my flight into the world of opportunity, but merely chosen to take a later flight. i need to travel light. i must rid myself of the old fashioned luggage i tote and get new lightweight but durable baggage. a suitcase just cant weigh fifteen pounds empty anymore.
