March 11th, 2005

journies begin with the first step

Walking all around just to get here.

Today has been the oddest of days. I have sat here for a little while trying to collect my thoughts on what to write about today. All my thoughts are jumbled together, knotted like wires in my brain. Perhaps I'll be able to unravel them, or perhaps I'll just knot them up more. I guess, I'll just try to take it one cord at a time, till the knots release and they all slip loose from my hands.

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