10/23/04 10:37 am
Under this harsh light, it's difficult to find anything beautiful. But somehow, the way this is surreal, the way that the fog freezes around us as we press on for one common goal.
People look at me as if they were seeing ghosts. Two years away... I suppose I can see why, but only sometimes. I feel older than them. I have pressed on, changed, molded into something new. That life that I lived is alien, and I have a new appreciation for where I am. How I have stepped ahead, when people live in their fast food restaurants, in their cheap stores and safeway. I've found my place, and I know that now.