Sunday, February 20, 2005
Drama begins after only a few hours. Why can't it be held captive for just a while longer? Holding steady under the pressure of seeing faces that have not been viewed since the Death, or even before. We grow up. We have yet to grow older. Under the guise of age, a few wrinkles, pounds and a little less hair, we throw back a few thinking we are capable of recapture... but being away for so long, we realise now why we left and that we really don't want to do that anymore. Our own lives, our own space, separately... and liking it like that. Despite the fact that we were once inseparable, not to mention invincible. Then we become responsible and we take care of our lives. Things may not be perfect, but we adapt and change and accept things. We learn to be satisfied. We settle.
