It's late here...but I'm still awake...just found out my grandfather is in the hospital again...and my relatives are already discussing financing for burial plots and future funeral arrangements...he's been sick for the past few years...a lifetime of smoking and drinking finally catching up to him...and yet he's still hanging on strong...(I don't know if you notice...but I'm somewhat confused as to how I'm suppose to deal with this type of news...)

So I have slight insomnia tonight...quite rare for me actually...I usually can sleep at will...maybe I don't want to sleep tonight...

Looking back at some old stuff in this memory box of mine...just a few questions to ponder but does everyone have a memory box of some sort?...is it generally healthy to keep mementos of the past?...is it unhealthy to hold onto bad memories but healthy to hold onto the good ones?...well regardless...I'm sifting through this stuff...

"I don't think I'll be sleeping much during the flight. I feel like reading or writing. I'm listening to the Faye Wong cd I gave you. I'm not quite sure why, but that cd always reminds me of us. I only understand a handful of words and phrases in the lyrics, I think it's the music. Something in the way she sings. Very passionate, a bit lucid and dreamy, starry-eyed, always yearning for something or somebody. I understand that."

Sometimes reading back on old notes and letters, I can't help but think how fast time passes by...how easily we love, fall out of love, and fall in love again...and how lucky I am to have met the individual who wrote the above...one of the most gifted writers I've met...and one of the most remarkable individuals as well...

Enough sifting for tonight...and definitely enough sleepless rants...I think my bed is calling me...