Why look for greener grass if brown's your favourite colour?

Reaching.

Grasping.

Stretching.

Striving.

Looking for a comfort that never comes.

But nestled in comfort is an odd discomfort that pushes doubt and dismay onto all those things you chased for all those years.

Shadows creep into the dreams you thought worth dreaming. Dream, nightmare, nightmare, dream.

Ambition or apathy. Take your pick, it's all the same to me.

Cirque du Soleil

Went to Cirque du Soleil on Friday with the girlfriend. Also took my mom, as my father just doesn't go for that kind of thing. Too bad for him, too, 'cos it was everything everyone says it is. At times physically challenging, musically stimulating and freakin' hilarious. (And that was just the lineup for the port-o-potties.)

Personal fave was Statue -- couple, nearly naked, moving in slo-mo into seemingly impossible positions -- spent the entire act picking up my jaw from the floor. (Scooped some of the previous patron's popcorn while it was down there, tho! Score!)

Decided that for today only, I'll not use subjects in my main clauses. Got a problem with that?

My first blog.

Whee.