March 3rd, 2005
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Hymn, 3:17
I am wide open, reaching forever, I fly into the blue…
I’m scared. I’m scared and worried. I’m scared and worried of what I’m becoming, I’m scared and worried of who I am. I have great dreams, and I feel I want simple things: things that are pure, things without malice or taint. I desire balance in my life. I cannot live in one dimension or two, but I must stretch out with open fingers unto a vast reach of space extending upwards in more ways than an eternity of humanity can comprehend. My time is interpretative as much as it is immutable. And I wish for no more but only a better use of it. My heart is wide and I fill the halls of my emotion with pictures and paintings copied from scenes of life and fantasy, each hung with care as both a memory and a goal. The days and minutes tick by, and the pressure threatens to crush me. But I will move on. Staggering and faltering, but moving on. Always on.
