"~ENZA~"

Old haunts

Its been a while since i stretched my fingers here. its nice to see my utterings and gutterings still here. I've travelled so far since then.

This one here belonged to the past.. but nostalgia wells up sometimes and you hear the old addicts persuasive whisper in your ear.. "one more time.. just one more time..one last time"

Millions across the globe sitting hunched in front of their computers furiously punching in their angst into the world wide web. Into this great angst ridden space goes my little turmoil. the questions are the same:

why am i here?

what am i supposed to do?

i've given up finding answers to point and purpose questions.. instead i direct my inquisitiveness to more practical aspects of life:

whats in the fridge to eat?

blue or grey tshirt?

I imagine my life to be a large white canvas on which i walk drawing a line behind me which is my past. Soon i shall stop and i'll watch my line fade and dissappear

.....leaving me, a point in space.