Friday, March 11, 2005

I tell fibs

Meeting an old friend after a long time. Those that have not even seen the you that was, once, and is already not, is already in the process of becoming another - a change that's not happened, that is in motion, that you're not sure would lead you where.

And I hear myself uttering half-truths, untruths, talking certitudes, professing what's already left.

circa Feb 13, 2005

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