And she said, "We're all just prisoners here, of our own device."

what an odd feeling.i dunno.. it feels like i'm suspended in midair, or rather mid-hemisphere, between certainty and the great beyond. i'm referring to my life.heh i don't feel like my feet are touching ground (not literally,obviously). there're so many questions going on in my lil' pathetic self-inflicting mind..gosh what the hell am i blabbering on about anyway? ahh it's 115 in the morning and thoughts, those buried beneath layers of consciousness in the day, are coming at me yet again.they always do,anyhow. pah

How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget.