Times Are Tough When

I’m alone; only the strength of will can make me endure

My fate. Once again, I turn myself to writing contemplatively. Moments

Like these are conducive to introspection as well as retrospection. They

Challenge my mind into rising far above despondency and

Mediocrity. They give me ample time to examine the real beats

Of my heart. Weave some more dreams and conjure some

More wonderful things they allow me to—the dreams that I

Really wanted to dream about—the things that I really wanted realized.

- 9:19 p.m., February 18, 2004, Wednesday; Surrey, British Columbia
(While listening to “Hope for Winter” by Club 8 [Club 8; 2001, Labrador Records])