vrai et beau
March 20, 2008
A sudden tug of the heartstrings and I’m back here at the daybook, the place created in a yesterday far away. I wonder whether I’ll ever to live up to my zodiac sign and shed my yesterdays as easily as I’m supposed to shed my skin. I wish I could— but then I could never shed what I am inside.
It is quite sickening. Returning to the same conclusion over and over again. Knowing that the root of all this lies within myself. Too much of myself, or awareness of myself.
More and more often I find I wish— under my breath— that I were less aware, less conscious. Simply and impossibly someone else. I could live the simple life and be satisfied with whatever was put before me.
The grass is (always?) simply and impossibly greener on the other side.
