Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Thursday, Jul. 29, 2004 - 9:25 p.m.

It sucks when you can so nimbly travel the fine line between "hopeless romantic" and "total creep" and not be sure which side people are seeing you from. However, that's the path I'm travelling...the ambiguous razorblade line from which others are even more difficult to interpret. There's no art to finding the mind's construction on the face...but I've created my own, and I'm still totally uncertain of how precise it is.

I spend every chance that we're together to try and penetrate your eyes, use them as the crystal balls they are to give me a glimpse of the future we might share.

...and if they were to show me something I didn't want to see...am I ready to accept the fate they foretell? Even if they do show me what I want to see, will I be so skeptical and incredulous as to not believe at all?

My mind defeats my heart. Yet my mind has convinced itself to follow my heart. The truth is, it's just leading me on, like the tiny wizard of Oz, crafting an illusion of grandeur or glory which is all a lie...or is it? Here, my mind intervenes...and my heart beats only out of habit.

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