brokenspacebar

Thisiswhatmypostwouldlooklikeifmyspacebarwasbroken.Allofmywordswouldbestucktogether
andtheonlyhintofsegmentationwouldbeinthepunctuations.Itisquiteannoyingtoreadisn'tit?Infact,Ireckonitwouldbealmostimposssibletoreadespeciallyifyouwerejustglancingthroughtohave
aquickupdateonmylife.wouldyouevenbotherreadingit.Iguessyouwouldsinceyou'vealreadyreadtill
thispoint.Idon'tthinkitsgoodfortheeyesthough,butitwilldefinatelybeaworkoutforthebrainseeing
howitwouldneedtodecipherthewordsinthesentanceandwhereitstartsandends.doyouactuallyhear
yourselfreadinyourmind.youwouldprobablysoundlikearobotreadingthisentrycozthatshowisound
liketomyselftypingthis.atthesametime,asIreadthisentry,myeyesarealsomovingconstantlyfrontand
backcozsomeofthewordskindamakenewwordswiththenextwordwhenstucktogetherlikethat.itsquite
amusingcozitsliketheeyesandthemindaresendingconflictingsignalsandeverythinghastobere
examined,whichisunnatural.anyhow,i'mgettingsickofthisandatthesametimemytypingisgetting
affectedcozmyhandsaregettingusedtonothittingthespacebar.bye

without you near

its starting to get lonely and dark. I can't see much further. Where do you go from here.

How can you sit there watching, talking, to someone you think is me?

You think I'll fly, run, jump, when I'm just a rock embedded in a clump of weeds.

Yet I'm slowly being ground into sand. by the consistent pelting of questions. thoughts. ideas.

I just need to sit here for a while. I don't want to roll, I'll gather moss and disappear.

the others are everywhere. fluttering around. and my distance grows further and further with every flap.

its getting lonely, but its where i'd rather be.

wear down till there's nothing left. and be blown away away by the wind.

Revisited: Leaving on a jet plane

Don't know when I'll be back again.

Actually, turns out I'll be back on the 8th of March 2006.