Feel it in your hands but touch is as the polterghiest tries to kiss his love; feel the cold but not the softness, know it's there in your reach but never have a hold of it. See it; hear it; feel it as it passes from you, by you, for you. Recognize the way it walks, one step at a time to echo in the vacant hall where pictures used to hang in unbroken frames and laughter was once heard without dramatic echo; dramatic pause; hold to the laws of motion without reason, without cause, forever propelled forward on; wound up and let go. Feel it, see it, hear it; can't taste it, unless it is your end you're tasting, dripping from the corners of your mouth where the shadow of a smile still lingers. Moving on, on and on, the law of motion, the law of life, and the eternal laws of Time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once again my computer managed to foul up the day. Mum spent three hours on it trying to figure out why my email couldn't accept any messages. I ended up getting a new email in the end and a completely wasted morning. I woke up to write and, well, didn't get very far. spent nearly my entire Saturday at school for Coffee House. It was awesome. Steve has better rags about it than I do, so snaps to his entry. Last night I was supposed to go to the drive-in with Adam, but due to arbitrary parents, those plans got blotched. So, I went to dinner and a movie with my sister instead. Romantic, right? Ah, we had fun. She's real cool to hang out with and I was the only dork she knew that would go to see LOTR with her. And uh, yeah, that's about it. Disappointing, huh? Get used to it. Carrie