All Ways
I love this time. It's the time before something big happens to my life, and I don't know which way it will go.
Even though, in my heart I know that reality goes all ways. I wish I could connect myself to one of those new imagination-imagers that spy on your brain's images, because I could show you my conception of what "I" really am (a shape that folds through many dimensions).
2009-04-23, 6:44 p.m.