Anniversary

I'm so glad that my memory's remote
'cause I'm doing just fine
hour to hour; note to note -- Waltz #2, Elliot Smith

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This is the one year anniversary of my first month with Blogger.com

Huzzah.

With the end of February, and the beginning of a world that might more closely resemble spring, I find myself at the strange crossroads I had visited more than one time in the past.

It is a question of Identity, and more a lack of hope than anything else. Blind movement in the direction of the sunrise, but the problem is, the horizon is darkened in all directions, and paled in all directions, simultaneously.

Is this the world I was born into, or is this a failing fancy of the truth? Is this a world I cannot escape from, or is this a world that I hide in?

Enough of that. I pulled out of a photo shoot tomorrow, and for good reason. I could get them for free anyway, and I shouldn't be spending money on something I'll have to redo again sooner than not. I'm not too concerned, in truth. I should just do what I have in front of me, and not dream and reach for the apples at the top of the tree; especially when they're not ripe for the picking.