� I do think � 2003-05-14 � 9:59 a.m. �
I suffer a strong sense of self here... of beauty and dignity... like I know certainly what is and what must be.
Being so sure is suffocating... and nauseating.... dizzing. I could walk back to nowhere Alberta tomorrow and know where my feet must land.... but the dirt is different there... the words... the touch not so uplifting... not so matriarchal... I'm not so certain... or confident.
Sweat and skeletons walk free from the graves whenever i am not in the game.
Perhaps people's perceptions are far from real... or perhaps my own of myself and others are not as true either.
The mirror shines strangely... over grass I see the sea
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