November 18, 2002
Circles and circles all over again
Does it make sense to you when I say that life is just one large, elaborate piece of Celtic knotwork? That we’re all just tiny links weaving in and out of each other, forming patterns we can’t even begin to conceive of?
There are images of a face, a reaction, a greeting, a response floating through my mind like a broken record that never quite reaches the line in the song you’ve been waiting to hear. And I feel harassed, because I can’t seem to look away. And I feel discouraged because these images are really only reminders of a distance I can’t breach. And I feel ready. Ready to be lost. Ready to be swept away.
I can almost believe in it. Reach into the void and touch the reality behind it. Press my lips to the foggy glass and watch it shatter. A voice, a smile, a memory..
Haunting and taunting and real.
11:20 p.m.