not irony, but

An epiphany is the egg you cannot break.

I have

An epiphany is the green pen you’ll never find again.

the love

An epiphany is a flat tire on a bicycle without a chain.

I want

An epiphany is a paper dog.

but I am

An epiphany is the notebook by your bed the night you stop remembering your dreams.

not yet

An epiphany is the wind knocked out of you after falling on ice while laughing too hard.

who I want

An epiphany is when you stop thinking.

to be

About Halsted M. Bernard

Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.

Posted on 28 Mar 2005 in Diary
  • http://www.livejournal.com/users/michael_va Michael

    Interesting. It does remind me of Alanis Morisssette’s Hand in My Pocket and Ironic, but it’s more meaningful.