"out of sight isn't out of mind
it only seems to cease all time from passing."
and yet, time still passes. days still drop off the calendar into the past. no matter how slowly the time seems to pass when you look at the clock, it inevitably passes and when you think about it again you last looked at the clock 3 days ago.
the passage of 3 weeks has brought a kind of "healing."
i'm not sure if it's just that the wound has scabbed over, meaning it will start to itch soon, or if the passage of time is some sort of anesthetic that numbs the pain but doesn't eliminate it...
all i know is i'm thinking fewer painful thoughts, and each day i think one or two fewer.
but... i still think ALL THE TIME about something or another...
things like:
a myspace account?
my CD
my family
the Psalms
a girl
cleaning my apt
CUW coming up
another girl
the thundercats DVD
recording new songs
superheroes
rock music (emery, numberonegun, john reuben)
^a glimpse into my brain^