Impressions....

ugh.. what the fuck... what is truth.. what is ficiton.... what is reality.. what is story... what are lies.. what can you believe... what could you forget.. what do you regret... what do you remember ... why are you here... how long does this last... how could you do that ... why am i not surprised... why does this happen... did that happen to you too... when does it end...

the story continues... the players interact... they meet.. they detach.. they meet again... random stories woven for similar threads... some cross, some don't... some intertwine.... the usual.. the unusual.. the unbelievable.. and the inevidible.... no reason is given.. no reason desired... life is the constant thread of indecision... what can you believe....

can a person build a life on lies... does this person feel sorry... feel sorry enough for forgiveness... rejection... can a peson build a life on knowledge... can this person succeed.. is this person right .... where does it end when it doesn't stop... where does it begin if it never happens...

the coincidence of circumstance... the circumstance of coincidence... everything has its path... and the path is constantly crossing other paths... from the usual.. to the unusual... these things happen...

i cry... i laugh.... i anger... i regret.... ugh... what the fuck... you can think for hours and never know... you can explain everything yet never get your point across... these things happen....

if you are confused... how do you think i feel ?

- Dyre - 10.11.02