the soft revolution...

When we've all grown up and stopped our protesting on principle, where will we be, you and I? Standing on the same side, weapons down, hearts heavy or I am out there alone?

Will the ties that bind simply loosen themselves until such time that their slackened strands beat only out of habit? When the bluebird stops singing on our shoulders, does that mean that the clock has struck 12 and I'm standing next to a pumpkin, wiping away tears?

Do friendships need physical distance to evaporate or did they share the same bed and yet were miles apart? Will you and I ever see to eye to eye ever or again?

Let your feelings of doubt wash over you like a warm blanket. Let them in, let them die, mourn their loss and move on.

moving sale...

That's unfortunately a bit of a mis-gnomer as nothing is for sale here. However, I am moving, however temporarily to
http://laureninsevilla.blogspot.com/
so please check me out there. This is to accommodate my new life situation and to depart from the old. I am not giving this up, just letting it remain a place for my thoughts (unrelated to my travels and the visiting eyes of parents who though doubtful with the internets, might like to pry).

Keep posted on my travels at the other spot, that's right TWO blogs. Gross, but understandable.
Hasta muy pronto-ish.

-Diggs.