10/13/2004

As I find my words left in journals incomplete. I also find my thoughts and motions in life to be the same. All but fragments of days past without thought or vision toward the next. Pieces of a never ending puzzle yet they seem to run in a circle. Somehow connecting together to remind me that somewhere there is a purpose for what I do or what I strive to be, even though I, not knowing what that really is, continue.