Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Read some poetry by Langston Hughs today and last night. It was inspirational and it made me feel a lot of things. It made me feel this emptiness, not through the content of the poem, but in comparison to the poem. It talked about exploding dreams, and it was passionate, and it talked about spirit, and sometimes I feel like I'm missing those things. I know I come from Scottland, but I haven't really inherited anything from that. I don't know anything about my great grandfather other than he was an accountant, or about my grandpa other than that he was an engineer and spent lots of time in Australia. I mean, I don't really know all that much about my dad.

At least that's how it feels a lot.

I got some sleeping and I finished a document.


I dream, too.

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