August 4, 1999: And so…this is life
At times I laugh inside—most of the time I patiently watch…memories are chapters, journalizing the behavior. Visual paths, as taken by the dreamer—I look at people and wonder…I’ll laugh out of courtesy, only to walk away wondering something more. I sit and listen to many and offer no advice… Yet, they seem to feel better. It’s because I see myself, the wandering paths of choice, the rolling hills of challenge—mountains that seem tall, lakes usually big toe deep. A giggle appears on my canvas. Yep, this is what it’s all about…words scratched into paper, to one day be tossed out.