Monday, June 11, 2001
I want to throw up. That people can behave so sickens me. It does not surprise me, but it sickens me nonetheless. To know the capability of the human heart causes me to wonder that Love can be at all. How? How can I be loved? I'm not so different from those that commit such atrocities. We share the same blood, the same world, the same nature. That man is forgiveable is amazing. 8:48 PMø
I feel slandered. I feel pressured. I feel mistrust. What an unholy trinity. I refuge in charity, but even that seems to slip from my grasp. It is still mine, but for how long. I remind myself of the Hope to which I'm called and it gives me peace, but how easily distracted I am. My focus flits from love to the viscious world and back. And back again. I'm only a man. And not the best of men either. I endeavor in vain and yet Hope remains even when it is forgotten.
I need Help. 7:45 PM2 bits from data feed
Sunday, June 10, 2001
I felt the pain and hurt of life acutely today, and so, anesthetized myself with the mindless: film, tv, video games, the internet, etc. I'm not sure which is worse, the depth to which circumstance can wound me or the way I dealt with it today. No. Nevermind. I know which is worse. 9:17 PM5 bits from data feed
Friday, June 08, 2001
Whasn't that last post just horrible of me? Sorry. The mind picks strange objects on which to focus. 12:21 PMø
I think what left me most dumbstruck by the article was not that children were killed (which is certainly horrible), but that I am on the threshhold of being middle-aged!?! I don't know what to say!
Wednesday, June 06, 2001
Incredible! I'm at a loss. I couldn't imagine this without help of the image. Wow. All I can say is good luck! 10:01 PMø
Because She Is Dear and Time Is Not
Through tempered times
And weathered ways,
Our love matures —
The day betrays
A single strand
Of woven fate:
The truest love
Not long shall wait.
Our chosen fight
Has left us fey
To break our hearts
If we should stay
That fire within
Our bosoms kept!
For days undone
Our bodies wept.
I long for you.
You long for me.
Our love is chaste
Calamity.
And so we come
At love's long last,
Whence time for thought
Has far fell past.
The decision made,
We must abide
'Til you that day
Become...
"My Bride!" 9:09 PM1 bit from data feed
