Not of your design

i don't think like you
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world

letting go of (their) dreams...again

(07/23/2003; 12:16am) - letting go of (their) dreams...again

walking. with her arm around mine.
i could look left to see the vessel of the fulfillment i could not give myself
or
i could look right to see the source of the answers to the questions i was to weak to find on my own

with my eyes off the path::my path::looking deep into her eyes::either left or right::i stumble. to find myself on a road not of my design. holding vapors. from a reality. that is not my own.

alone. missing the company of shadows. i shrug. and resume my pace.