Not of your design

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

flash forward (from yesterday)

(05/21/2003; 04:58pm) - flash forward (from yesterday)

though it feels so natural.
though it feels so perfect.
this is not my life::yet?::

this
strolling out into a warm summer day to await a bus that will begin the trek home
after a good day at work leaving me with a feeling of fulfillment and contentment

this is not my life.
at best presque vu::some sort of deja vu in reverse::
at worst the only solace for a long long time to come

between now and this future shadow is the short long road through st john's.

so no. this is not my life::yet?::
i still have far to go