the_days_have_passed Piso Mojado and i have nothing to show for it. (everything is still the same) 030626 ... Piso Mojado and he feels he still doesnt know me. im sorry- i dont mean to be quiet/introverted. 030627 ... Piso Mojado and yet walking down a beach in costa rica, over a year (!) later, i realize that i was thinking about steve. and with that i looked at the sky rocks water boats, and wondered why the beauty in everything had to remind me of him. can't i be whole and happy without missing him/who i was? isnt now enough? 031129 ... gripe mean and i'm fiiiiiine, i'm so pleased....now to put it to the test- the bumpin' into him. 031130 ... monadh it is december 4:13 am it is 4:35 4:39 on monday the first where did november go 2003 i'm a whirl in the wind nothing can tie me down i'm a dead wait a high kite falling stone shaking branch of a shivering bird i break the best cup replace it with nothing drink music from the wind cold straw for food blankets for clothes sancutary the sunlight in this tired bed months dance away like moths in late autumn fairy creatures leaving little birch scraps boats of wood paper cocoons to start our winter fires in the dust of old ashes and empty rooms forgotten library discarded publications catalogued moments it is 4:47 am monday december the first 2003 031201 ... Piso Mojado boundaries pushed dissolved reformed 050420 what's it to you? who go blather from