2005-02-22 - 12:02 p.m.

Spent energy. Things seen clearly once or twice make me believe I'm "on" to something but this illusion is shattered by the returning drone of everyday life. I am faced with the same hard heart, the same pride, the same hands clawing at the same stone walls; the walls that vanished for a second only to return before I had gathered the courage to run across to the other side.

Reading 2 Corinthians
Wishing Heather hadn't left yesterday
Plotting drifting for the moment

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