A diary of thoughts on life, people, politics, and society
Monday, February 8, 2010
I stand there, one half in the dark, the other in the light. The light awakens my senses and sets me in motion, in a singing mood. I am driven. Anxious for beginnings. Darkness soothes my anxiety and I surrender to an appeasing calm, that calm that comes with ends. Beginnings and ends. They are two words, two antonyms, yet two synonyms too, and I am tied at that thin knot of vagueness in between. In limbo. I long for a free fall.