that same damn feeling today...that two tight blinks and a big swallow from crying. that same hollowness in me. strange.

i was thinking today about when i was a kid...i used to love standing on my head and wondering what the world would be like if we walked on the ceiling instead of the floor. how you would have to step over the wall to get through a door. how you could slide down the stairs. on the ceiling, of course. how odd hanging light fixtures would look, suspended in mid-air. how i could ponder these things for quite some time, my mind excited, discovering new ways of looking at things. i hope i am always able to keep a piece of that delight in discovering in my head...