Except that when time finally waits for me i suppose i'll die.

So many things are bizarre. Everything. It's the strangest sensation to look around me at all the things i've always known so well and remain unable to convince myself that they're not absurd. I mean, where's my freakin' frame of reference? How can i be so sure that everything's ridiculous when this be the only thing i've ever known as real? Sigh.

And i know why i'm writing this. We're so beautiful.

Faretheewell folk,
-Talthea (5/16/04)