8:27 a.m. - November 28, 2007
All this is secondary to the thought with which I woke up: If I know the hourglass is running and that one of the grains of sand will never be that intimate relationship I yearn for, how will I want to live out the remaining time? I have no answer but can say that barricading myself at home and sniveling in the dark isn't it. It's exciting to consider a response.
Hear my whispers and carry them like birds into tomorrow.