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It's been just over a month since I started this little blog. A month. It already feels like a lifetime. I've been going through my previous entries, reviewing what I've been up to the passed few weeks (I'm having trouble with the fact that it has only been such a short time). Comics, poetry, Gods, the death of a friend, reuniting with a friend, Ostara, puppets, toys, energies (phenomenal energies), rage, sadness, giddiness, beer, darkness and light, old stone walls and darkened walks, my mind, my cat, my coworkers, Black Sabbath, the edge of the universe and back, runes, witches, tea, books and snow. All in a month. It brings to light for me the diversity I'm capable of, that all people are likely capable of. I'm amazed, stunned really, at how much has happened.
I'm also more aware of how far I have to go now. I started this blog to clean out my mind, to organize the clutter, to sort through the neglected junk and file what's important. I've discovered my divergences and given them names, sorted and attributed my differing traits to them. Now I have to make them whole. Maybe. I never been able to relate how I can have such differing, conflicting mindsets (think how interesting something is one day, and pointless the next), until I recognized this.
LOL Even now, I start to get on a roll about my mind, trying to get "deep", and something (someone) else in my head laughs and wonders what the fuck I'm even talking about. Likely Brant and Lan trying to keep the darker halls locked, distracting Trynn from those places no longer accessible, stuff buried by the rubble of the fortress. I was going to delete the previous paragraphs, but I'll keep them as a point of reference.

posted by September @ 7:13 AM