tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821951759007444640.post-79474941162448641562007-05-02T19:35:00.000-04:002007-05-02T22:19:03.430-04:00<i>"Thou strivest ever; even in thy yielding thou strivest to yield - and lo! Thou yieldest not."</i> <p> <a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o242/katiekate93/Circular_by_painface1207.jpg" alt="Annularis" border="0" width="400" /></a> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align: justify;">I finally understand what it is that I want from you . . . what I want is just to want, as it makes me feel alive, just a little less jaded, just a little less indifferent. For so long I have strived to command such a consummate control over my life, only to find out that it’s boring me. And yet, even in my recognition, I endeavor to control this, too.</div> <p> </p><div style="text-align: justify;">Restless, never satisfied, I either want it all or nothing. I ruin nothing by turning it into something, and turn all into none on a transient whim. Realization does nothing to alleviate this inescapable cycle, this inevitable pattern. It still thrills me to get what I never wished to have. </div> <p></p><p> <i>insquequo deinde</i> <br> ~93 </p><p> </p><p> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" ><i>*quote from Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente vel LVX, I:44</i></span></p>KatieKate93http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572337839338223226noreply@blogger.com