I've been thinking, most of the time not consciously, not at times I would expect nor like. Why and how things happen, and why didn't they. I have regrets. But I also think some things can't be controlled by the hands of man. Perhaps, they can only be controlled by the hands of time. I think of things I've loved and lost, of things that I placed the seeds of my trust in, things that sowed my secrets far and wide. Empathy and forgiveness, but also unworthiness. If the sand hadn't slipped out of my palms, if the birds hadn't taken a migratory holiday, perhaps I wouldn't have...
It's 2am, early for my standards, I'm drinking for the first time in 3 weeks, once again, long for my standards. And I think I've just lost control of the bottle... this is a reminder of the importance of better control. Of judgment, of angles, of consequences...
I went off @
11:01 AM
Sunday, April 4, 2010