Intimacy Tuesday, May 31, 2005 6:55 AM
When it is missing—you long for it, a faint memory clearly in view—you taste it. Like water hardly a concern, thou without it you are desperate. Thoughts can reaffirm a sense of self worth, an exercise I am attempting on these pages. My quest is believing you are reading these words—an allusion no more then those of your past lost dreams.
Last night I awoke throughout the night, prodded by fragments of dreams. In the morning I felt bankrupt. Not depressed for I knew I could take action—write, walk out the door. I don’t know if everyone feels this but I am visited now and again by an understanding of myself, supported by too many memories, not to be dismissed.
But with it comes a resolve to not be condemned my past.
Enough talk, if I continue this I will only be picking at a sore. The day waits. It is not about the past or the future. John Maynard Keynes said “Long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead” have a nice day 