trying to tell you that i am. trying to tell you that i can.

i have a hard time sleeping lately. it seems like everything about anything is constantly on my mind. i can't stop thinking. i wish i could.

today on the train i read a sign giving qualities of an illness. of course, i could somehow see how i had all the symptoms. it made me worried, nonetheless. i can't help but wonder if i should see a doctor. (these are the kinds of things i am referring to when i say everything about anything)

i found out that my favorite band, broken social scene is playing in chicago this summer. needless to say, im excited.

i will leave you with part of a poem i read today. i really like it. it made me feel connected- to something.

intimations of immorality from recollections of early childhood

our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

the Soul that rises with us, our life's star,

hath had elsewhere its setting,

and cometh from afar:

not in entire forgetfulness,

and not in utter nakedness,

but trailing clouds of glory do we come

from God, who is our home:

heaven lies about us in our infancy!

shades of the prison-house begin to close

upon the growing boy,

but he beholds the light, and whence it flows,

he sees it in his joy;

the youth, who daily farther from the east

must travel, still is nature's priest,

and by the vision splendid

is on his way attended;

at length the man perceives it die away,

and fade into the light of common day.

-wordsworth