2.20.2005

instincts are misleading - you shouldnt think what youre feeling

hey, could you just stop changing for a minute? just long enough for me to feel like ive got some control over this. but of course change doesnt stop for me or anyone else. it plows through the dust of our lives and sends us flying in a thousand directions. sometimes it sends us flying straight up in the air, disengaging us from reality for one blissful moment, but our heavenward trajectories always crash downward. well i know ive got no control over this. ive known it for a long time now. do i have to accept it? of course not, but i do accept it. the struggle is useless, time consuming, painful. i wish i could tell him that. i wish i could tell him not to struggle, that we are all helpless, that the dust of our lives was not meant to remain unchanged. hey, if we had been meant to remain unchanged, we would have been made of diamonds.