a world and yet nothing
an entire universe. could it end in a spasm?

what about me. where will the me evaporate to
like a whiskey a spirit that lies so still gently evaporating until... one day many years that crystal tumbler so beautiful will hold nothing

just sitting here, at my pc near the window. there is music playing in the outside room, and my two toddlers running amok. i don't want to step out there, and yet i cannot bring myself to sit here too long. it is as if the fine balance of their step is resting in the rhythm of my heart beat, and if i do not run to them, how will they hear it? and yet, i long for them to grow into their own rhythm and leave me to write my blog in peace.

i am not sure what this space will turn out to be, and even if anyone will ever be invited here. who knows, the private diary ive been meaning to keep since i was a child?

but hang on, some familiar troubles and a few unfamiliar thoughts are promised. tease out those inhibitions and look beyond our perceptions of normal life. if only to find that 'normal' really is nice.