June 1, 2004
I'm lost in some weird place. Not a physical place, or spiritual place, but somewhere I'm at. Pardon my Kafka, if you will. I want out of myself, to bring something to life so you, yes, you, can say, I know what's going on, I've been lost, alone, and damned if you do, and damned if you don't. Don't we need that, to break walls we've built around who we think we are, but we're not. How much deeper do I have to dig, how much more do you and I have to give, to find us, me and you.