Sitting here I am enamored by feelings, none of which makes sense. You ever sit and stare off into space and just wonder about everything. You sit and wonder why you’re here, who put you here and what you are supposed to do.
You think about just how little your world is and how minute you are on a universal level. Sometimes it gets freaky even. You just speculate….contemplate…..
I never did that all too much when I was younger, but now I find myself doing it all the time.
Everyday.
E.
Friday, February 10, 2006
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