Thursday, September 13, 2007

I wish it was everything nice.

Movie treat from Kane, a bearie surprise delivered to my office fr Kevin and Rowe and a sweet truffle treat fr Gwen.

I wish everything could mask away the nastiness of my self-inflicted misery.

To be stringed like a yoyo then flung far away so hard that its string has broken, with the yoyo still freewheeling as it glides on on its path.

When gravity finally takes a toll on it fleeting path and lands, will it crash, broken and forgotten, or be cushioned by soft earth, soiled yet still intact.

It was never meant to be a inexplicable weightless flight, but it became an unexpected descent.