1710 hrs July 16th 2004

I dunno,
 
I feel a strange disconnect,
 
with reality.
 
Life seems to
 
undulate
 
seemlessly
 
between
 
reality
 
and
 
unreality.
 
Like the ebb
 
and flow
 
of the sea.
 
Billowing waves
 
of energy,
 
forcefully
 
smashing itself
 
against
 
the unyielding
 
unaffected
 
unrelenting
 
boulders of the World, 
 
and then
 
the passion wanes
 
as the tide of life
 
graudally recedes.
 
Love is like nothing
 
but words written
 
on sand,
 
to be washed away
 
by the waves
 
of the sea,
 
leaving me
 
nothing,
 
but
 
THE SEA.