hating kyla For a long time I have known how to love the world yet found it unworthy of love-- though not unworthy of knowing how. If I am something meant to be, I do not know it, and will not judge its worth until I do. And though I see a moving, I see more clearly a staying the same, so until I do, I may not. I may not. I can't remember falling asleep, or whether I have slept once it is done. I can't remember being born. I can't remember being alive for many days through which I must have lived--good days, perhaps. I am neither a coral nor a tree but find that the time of which I AM aware may not be better than that of which I am not. For a long time I have known how to hate the world yet found it unworthy of hate-- though not unworthy of knowing how. 020909 ... little wonder this place. ohsoverymuch. somebody come visit me and take me far away. 020910 ... silentbob planning a future of failures inflicted 030127 what's it to you? who go blather from