June 6, 2004
Whatever became of whatever? The day's end twists thoughts around. Would I think these things come morning? Plan on rising early to catch a glimpse of Venus. Wondering why and why not. In-between logical thoughts of something about something, or whatever, come the turns and worries and whys and sighs and afraid to let the day end without something. Sometimes I can't begin to make sense of it all, of the big picture, of lives and living, death and dying. I want it all laid out. I want to know, or do I? Day by day, kiddo, day by day.