2003-06-18 - 1:40 a.m.
time passes and the illusion of progress is there, but you remain the same stuffy person you were years ago. all it takes is a moment... one sinlge moment in one single day to make you want to change it all, to make you want to be a better person, to make you wish you could repair old damages with the wave of your hand. i press the record button on the remote to my memory. i store this on the shelf with all the other files and trinkettes of memories passed. flowers, toys, letters...like the others, but this is sealed forever. a single moment, constantly reoccuring in a vault of tissue and nerves. it's only when we perpetually press replay that change is possible.
new shoes can sometimes mean a new life. maybe i can actually walk alone forever.
