... juxtapose the imposition and realize the subject is in the midst of transition ...

missing my old blog site yet became so bored with writing there for so many years i won't go back to check in

 

at some point i will erase my account there

 

it is a strange thing to move and move on; everything here is like floating from space to space then drifting dreamily into one room then the others

 

it seems that you don't really have to know of anyone here to begin, but i already knew that

 

the thing is that feeling disoriented clogs the process for me

 

i go into certain places for certain reasons and other places for other reasons and saying so makes it clear even if it comes off as ambiguous; it would be very odd for instance to walk into CVS for the purpose of earning a living rather than to take away feminine protection

 

everything runs in parallel lines even when life does its very best to have things shoot off into all directions

 

i come to hide away at times crawling into the bowels of the internet

 

passages are easy enough to gain therefore to find santuary so to speak

 

being the new guy on the block rings of unbroken plastic wrapping and the twist ties that keep the shoplifters at bay

 

i woke this moring wondering about lazy topics and keeping myself out of commiting to anything one way or another

 

i do that often

 

out to the range with the cracking and noise and elbows everywhere where i find myself wary of peace or silence as with the din of practice all around me at the very least i have a sense of where i am in any given moment

 

i also realized today that i find anything with cheese as an ingredient very delicious

 

i wanted to run back (to the old blog site) and type it out as one last thing so that everyone would know that about me but i was never one of those and for some reason didn't have the energy to try to be one now after the fact

 

interestingly enough i find that it will be curious to sit back for once and just enjoy the view(s)

 

nostalgia is like anything you keep under wraps

 

i'ts mine or it's yours and sometimes you pretend to care about mine so i will listen when you talk about yours

 

the only time what i feel about cheese will matter to you is when you fall in love with me

 

like lightning that doesn't happen often so from here on out i will just keep those little tidbits to myself

 

unless you ask