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Monday, October 15, 2007


What a beautiful escape.

The library is my sanctuary. It lulls me to a place of solitude and needlessness. I like to get lost between the aisles of fiction—mystery and suspense. My mind is overwhelmed and quite unsettled; favoring a child with an overdose of chocolate and caffeine. Indeed, I am fidgety.

With my new library card—I have limitations, which, at first, I thought would be acceptable but now, it is not. Then I ponder: Are these limitations symbolic of my life—as a whole? Do I take these halts to be a sign of some sort? Crawl before you walk; walk before you run? Are there limitations to my passion? To my life? Say it isn’t so. Undoubtedly, it may just be.

But, I will adhere to the boundaries and limit my troll to those standards posted (only 5 rentals per new card)—today, only. I will be back tomorrow and the day after that to utilize my liberation to the fullest. In essence, I need this more than I’m sure the entity needs my soul. I crave the flight. An opportunity to soar above it all—reality, life and people too. Perhaps I’m searching for that piece to my puzzle because my entire is not quite whole.

In the meanwhile, I’ll use the library as the substitute to whatever isn’t jiving.