8:42) Katherine Blanke (KAT) 06-JAN-98 23:07

Late at night, on break from the pile of homework that still eludes me...had a glimpse of the "adult world" today in the registering of college. Funny how when I reach the end of a stage, I always look to the next steps as being wonderful and transforming. Funny, isn't it... Late at night, the only thing alive is my mind and my writer's voice, sometimes a whisper at the back of my mind, other times a shout I turn frantically for but no one else hears. House settling, vent rattling, clock chiming the hour, quarter after, half-hour, quarter to...every fifteen minutes, part of my life is gone away. I used to waste away the hours, no one to share them with, why do anything? Old habits die hard, as I now have many people, I still sit alone when they are not there. alone, together, flip-sides of the same mirror. When you are with people, you long to belong, when you are not, you still wish to be with them.

Tick-tock....tick-tock....tick-tock....mind shuts off and soul uncovers the cloth...

Sometimes, I just want to dance. I want my feet to jump and sweep along the old carpeting of the confined space that is my living room, feeling my arms stretch out and my legs twirl me around and around. I want to move my arms and legs and twist about and feel graceful, feel immortal, with my dreams hanging in the ceiling and my fallings-out in the basement, forgotten for the moment. Sometimes...

@!KAT