2004-05-02 @ 12:33 p.m.
Isolated reason for being, just that someone would look with wonder at what you've created within yourself.
I go over and over why it's gone, but it doesn't make it come back. And not so much that I miss it, but that apathy has crept under the blankets, fallen asleep with its tiny arms wrapped about my knees.
I don't know what I'm looking for any more, I don't know if I'm really looking. I've quite possibly surrendered what was left of my free will.
On a lighter note, I found the world's biggest slug on my patio last night.