baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Straddling the Hemispheres The light of other days has become harsh and surprisingly relevant in recent hours. And my eyes are stung and teary-as if my ego is nothing more than a half-peeled onion-sitting perpetual and pretty underneath my nose. So I'm searching for the next cloud-some omnipotent provider of cool, cool shade that I can melt into. Any idea where that shelter may be, oh great God of Existence? Any clue at all? This is my simple prayer. And, everyday I scream it internally. And in my dreams I'm standing out at the end of Gatsby's dock-arms stretched out at that light across the bay. Reaching for my Daisy. My reason. But meanwhile, on the other half of the brain (the creative half mind you-the half with the endless supply of good humor), there is laughter at my idiosyncrasies. A laughter that epitomizes the width of my existence. A laughter that picks up where my good fortune has dropped me off and celebrates the blue skies, the breeze and the ocean. I straddle these two halves daily. Fighting neither and surrendering to both. 8:16 p.m. - 2002-05-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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