in the middle of a shrieking laughter, of absolute joy and hysterical delight a sobering thought ran through my head as we were running around and doing what we do - making things with fiber, filling our lungs with smoke and dousing our bloodstreams with alcohol. in the middle of this creative bliss, as we were walking i suddenly thought, "this too shall pass." and though those words are often thrown out in heartbreak or sadness as comfort, i realized that he was right, happiness, like everything, comes in waves, and i thought about it passing. and i thought about holding on to things, and that grasping is the greatest source of disappointment and sadness, because its never really ours, its just a series of events that involve us. people are never really ours. or at least you were never really mine.