August 29, 2001
Seize nothing til you bleed

I love being unique, and I share it. Could I live an easier life? Would I choose to be so simple? What is it like to be normal? Why would I choose to be anything different? Where do my feet take this tiring self? How will I know when I get there? Is life a journey, or a puzzle? May I start all over again? If not me… who controls my dreams? Instead of asking questions, I’ll walk forward—a step at a time. I will enter places where the sun is bright, the mountains scream, and the water is bone dry. But that’s ok… I brought a canteen.