devil's night
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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Mon Oct 30 00 / 4:00 AM Tonight is the night of possibility for the creatures that have ultimately chosen wrong. Yet one never accuses a devil of being unsuccessful. For what is the lesser of two evils: to choose wrongly or to never choose? Possibility is a gift just like a holiday is; one doesn't need to work for possibility - the only necessary condition is that you live for one more year. Do you shelve it and admire the beauty of possibility in possibility itself, or do you use it and perhaps break it upon first use? Wait, that's not even the question anymore. I have no fear of failure. I have no fear of loss. What I have is miles to go before I sleep and a dreamy refusal to even begin the tour. I once tried to stand still and hold on to my few future days, but the assembly line never stops. I have learned the wisdom of wringing a day of all it will weep, as it will never come again. A day is only full when one takes the most out of it. But I am empty despite possibility. I pluck as few feathers as necessary from the golden goose to cushion my fall, when all I really want are wings. Complacency is a crutch, (yet what is happiness?).
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Lisa Higgs
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