denny-1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- purgatory Have you ever felt that your world is a bit like Purgatory?...where you just can't place the reality as the reality- it's like walking in the middle of the street, not knowing why or how you got there, when you really just need to get to one side, but for some reason just can't...to many cars blocking your way, a jursey barrier, a fence, or the worst-when there is nothing on the other side-nothing... This is my life. Purgatory. Not hell, not heaven, just a mish mash of the two and from time to time a step up into the pearly gates and a step down into the burning cauldron. When is enough, enough?...is enough ever enough? Hmm...perhaps being in purgatory- a selfish excuse to want more, or a pathetic ploy to settle. Love...What is it?...I know when I don't have it...I know when I do...when will it be that Love is just that- Love...Definition, according to Webby- strong effection, warm attachment, enjoy greatly...love is defined as a FEELING...an intangible substance that make us crazy...If we have feelings for more than one, than it can be concluded that we can love more than one...When is enough, enough? Work...hate it. Bored. No purgatory here...pure Hell...following a long drawn out death...but...at least it's a job...wonder if they are all like this? Play... hard. Always...more fun this way...even in purgatory. Sex vs. Love...who would win? Food...to much of it. Evil. Cupcakes with creamy pink frosting with little sprinkls of the rainbow- they haunt me...cheese covered dough with thick red gravy...red wine...perhaps in this order. I feel like a big sausage stuffed into a film of greasyness. Enough for one day. 4:55 p.m. - 2003-08-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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