Wednesday, May 07, 2008


There is something in the air. Remember how Mary Poppins flew away when the wind changed? That's what I feel like right now. Except that I always feel like flying away and never feel like staying put. I was born discontented and three feet from my body, trying to stay, looking to run.

Most times, I trip.

Most times, I fall.

First there was peace.

Then there was the churning (like butter).

And then there was change.

Isn't that always the way?

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