I don't know how to draw with words, but that's what I want to do right now.
The details of my evening aren't important, other than that my entire night was/is full of possibility/ies. Isn't that the way, though, with it all? How unimaginative and (etc.?) is it to think that you have no options, to think that you don't have a dozen people around you all the time that, if "tapped" (?), could be a whole new plot in your future? hm. No. In Our Future. Follow your misery, it will teach you what you need to do differently.
It will show you what you've already done, that was incredible, but you were too involved in it's immediacy to recognize it at the time. You can't be humble in past tense, it's like looking at someone who isn't you. You can be objective. You can allow yourself the luxury of appreciation.
This entry is like a poem, making no literary sense to anyone but the author, but others interpereting it as they will...a week later interpereted by the author as nothing more useful than a Q-Tip. (quite necessary when your innards are bugging you and need to be removed to halt this irritation, but quite forgettable--yet constant, due to the inevitability of their arraival).
Analogies, quickly dispensed and equally easily dismissed.
Threre is a web I've been casting, and which is materializing...I am excited about life.