We'll I've done it, stepped through a door where there was no light and am now awaiting to see what I shall find. Nervous. I'm trying to grasp at ideas in the dark of what i will find, but there is no way i'd even guess what i'd see in the light. Anxious. I wonder if i've done something good, or if i've just set myself up to stay in the dark. Scared. Maybe when the lights turn on, I'll be pleasently surprised, you never know. Excited. What if I've stepped into the room that I wanted, and whats sitting here in the dark is what I've longed for. Joyfull. I realize while writting this, that there is no certainty to what I will find. Suffocating. The only way I'll see whats in this dark will be to wait till the time comes, till the light is turned on. Helpless. No reason why I should get myself all wound up about this, it'll happen all in do time. Tired. Time to fall asleep in the darkness, and await for the coming light. Gone.
3:06 p.m. - 2001-05-14
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