the journey

we are all walking perceptions. we perceive that which surrounds us, that which we are exposed to. that is it. that there is more than one perception, ie more than just my mind perceiving, is incomprehensible. how can others be, exist, if i am, if what i feel is, true? i feel more and more that this is a book. a story. a plot slowly unfolding. it is too unreal to not be. am i losing touch? yes but is this a bad thing? my mind is leaving narberth. it is changing. i am thinking differently. so odd. this is growing up i guess. so much. how is any of this? that anything happens in ways it should not is hard to understand. woah. that time passes. that is it. that is it. it passes. nothing is permanent. only the now is real. only. a journey is something that begins and ends and is begun with the intention of ending in a particular place. life is a journey. though we do not necessarily treat it that way. we should. we should realize that we are all journeymen. on the same trip. going through the same things. we need to respect that. one must share experiences with another person in order to connect with them in a meaningful way.

can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all