life, such as it is, right now.

now this is something i havent done in a long, long time.blogged.journalized even.most of the time, i would just express myself through a series of words that make up what some would call a poem and what i would call thoughts.but although i have these thoughts and these words to say, there are still more to say..there are always more to say..more to express, more to think about and more to do.sometimes, there just too much of a lot of things that you just find yourself ready to explode...to burst instantaneously letting out every last drop of content.

so just what are these?theyre quintessential, quixotical foolishness.

just what kind of person is this inside of me that pursues enlightenment?This side of me that thinks and analyzes and is most of the time purely emotional, when in fact I should be someone else?

there.

so there you have it.

quintessential quixotical foolishness. all in words. all in me.

Accounting Long Test # 3 among another.

Just what is it really all about

when what you want fades away at the slightest glimpse of what should happen,

when you're down in the depths of regret, loss and uselessness,

when you're lost in your own dreaming?

Just what is it really all about,

to chase the wind and to count the stars?

Just what is it really all about,

to find out that you've done nothing at all?

Just what is it really all about,

to live by faith and not by sight?

Just what is it really all about,

Just what is it really all about?