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Sparse. [Mar. 24th, 2009|11:51 pm]
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[mood |cryptic]
[music |Tatu - Perfect Enemy]

I realise I'm tired, although I do wonder if it's more than I realise.

I fear to say this, but I think I've missed my Window. Chances are, I missed it ages ago. I was just too caught up in being afraid that now, instead, I'm something that's occasionally beyond my comfort zone. Experimental. My options feel limited, and constricting. Strange, potential for boundless variance and I feel constricted by a few solidifying factors.

They affect a lot - 80% is a lot to notice, but strangely each corrects the other. I can't stop it, it's not my nature; I shape, rather than chisel, pound and carve. Besides, censorship isn't the answer - I don't catch glimpses of reality that way.

I guess, from here, it gets hard. I better buckle the hell up.