Saturday, November 15, 2003

A Moment

For a moment, it all makes sense. In this moment, there are no thoughts of the mundane dirty stretch that will follow - though one should probably be more pragmatic than to ignore it. But that's what makes this moment so great, so pure, if you will. So I live my life like this, sustaining myself with one moment whilst dreaming of the next. I guess it's always been this way. So shall it be.