she's a dancer she says, a kinesiologist in training and her eyes are interested. but she doesnt know the extent of me. the madness and the challenge and the maelstrom of syntax that is me. she couldnt imagine the insanity i've touched or the reasons why i push further twords the instability factor. i could explain, but i can tell her heart is way simpler than that. i would make her crazy.

so will i be lonley? will i walk this path to its full length? will i kern type in small offices and wonder why i never made a movie poster. will i call this writing art instead of a diary? will i live to understand why my desires are not always in synch with attainable outcomes?

nothing was a lie, it seems. nothing has been hidden. the question really, is how much do i really want to know, and can i handle the consequences. some say i'm too vague and abstract, but to me, this is granite . the foundation of the core is built on words just like these. moutains of memory and meme.