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Saturday, May 17, 2008

thoughts are recurring and they've been floating, adrift. all over my mind even when i sleep. only half asleep. now i carry this buzzing thought in my head and i somehow feel it invade. it invades everything that i value. how about that?

one wrong step and everything will be no more than a line in your history book. and you know it. all the more it seems ominous. portentous. like a sign. an omen. this reminds me so much of julius caesar.

of the things we can predict and the things we presumably predict wrongly. how stupid how foolish that we try to undermine our fates and destinies. there are some things we can craft and change in our lives, but there are others that we're left without a choice or the choice came to late. or we simply aren't strong enough to choose.

is that your final answer?
-cheryl
1:24 AM





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