2002-08-20-12:41 a.m.

Another birthday come and gone. One year older, one year wiser, and such.

I thought a lot about writing lately, though I don't know what to write. Where to write it, or when.

I'm also about to change this design. I'm unsure about what I want to replace it with, so be patient.

Things are things here, nothing new, nothing worth going into. Ginger and Dimitri are my sun and moon, Dana and Brett, the goal set before me.

I wish I had more, but I suppose that doesn't differ from anyone.

I've really been into Bob Marley lately, not as much his music, but his philosophies. One of his quotes goes, "Man is a universe within himself."

This is what I think about that:

I am a universe within myself. Torn asunder, put together, ragged edges, never ending. Unbalanced, untouched, unresolved. Loved and hated, feared and respected. I'm a universe within myself. Passion and pain, sunshine and rain. I give myself the common respect I give to everything. I just don't know where in my universe my soul belongs. It drifts away from me, time to time. So tonight I'll dream I find it, hold it and put it close to my heart. I am a universe within myself, after all.

d.