preceding succeeding
.
latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Tue Oct 10 00 / 3:53 AM I am not fulfilled. With this year as a status report, I see a girl running after bigger things, getting them, but seeing only the next horizon. It is as if I will only be content with the end, yet I will never want the pursuit to be over. Don't tell me I need to love the little things; I live for them already - although lately only in great number, only as pieces of a larger whole, do they captivate me. There is no fall I am setting myself up for by not appreciating the ground. I have touched the very bottom with a moist cheek, and scramble so high now because I know the truth of the well of loneliness: there is no bottom. And as for the top that I think I see; it is just a mirror image of the bottom. The only way to climb further is to step through that looking glass. To stop being the reflection and start being the reflected. There is only the shortest distance between my hands on the mirror and the hands of betterment on the other side. The space between the me in front and the me behind this mirror is as thin as the membrane around my brain, and this is enough to keep it all inside and unused. The top isn't lonely; you heard it all wrong. The top is identity, individuality, uniqueness from the maddened crowd below. Knock knock. Who's there? Me. Me who?
	</>
Lisa Higgs
.