a_journey_though_the_past sabbie i sat at the staion today on the platform feeling all weird, staring at the red train with brown and textured seats. it was not nostaliga i felt, it was more an uncomforatble familiarity, like old knicks that dont fit anymore, tinged with sadness, tinged with regret. even though i hadnt been on the train for two years the conductor remembered me and was pleased to see me. as we chatted i guess i was reminded of the fact that the past wasnt all bad. 020113 ... ClairE You walk me through your past at night when I'm lying in bed. I ask for more and more stories. I can't journey through the past. Someone took my past and cut it into little pieces and sometimes I pick up one here or there, and bring it back to you. The past doesn't make any sense to me. 020114 ... PsykOs_sexslave Sometimes I know what you mean, but they are all lying. There are very few Fox Mulder personality types out there in this world. The truth is out there, yeah, but can you find it? And if you can discover the truth will anyone else really give a fuckin' damn? This is my reality. 040210 ... notme down the st. lawrence we travelled for two months in a birch bark canoe 040210 ... sab i dont have a past facing resolutly forward an empty, raging hole behind me tattering away each second of my life as it passes me and is torn into the teflon void the wind roars around my head and my blood roars in my ears as i run, windswept every forward there is only ever one direction i can take 040210 what's it to you? who go blather from