Saturday, April 07, 2007
Love is an apocalyptic wasteland.
I found this a while back on the NY Times website. Right now it very accurately sums up how I feel about the situations that is me.
My heart, or whatever you want to call that evisceral spirit thingy that one would find if they eviscerate my chest, which makes me go go go, most certainly resides in the forest. And for now, right now, it is tired, so tired of wandering around looking for a woodling wonderling of the like to hermit with to meander with. The little wood nymph that is my whatever thingy continues to stumble onto desolate paths finding menacing sights as the one above as the unfortunate crossroads where she parts ways with muffins, big little shining stars, pumpkin eaters and magic eyes who weren't ready. She was born so very ready. Sebastian set the trend moving away to never join the navy, existing as a land dweller afar from his long lost lovely little miss. Jack Kerouac would agree, that Sebastian is gone and will never come back.