five nine, brown eyes, told i am too angry but i love to smile. Too much music, too many movies, too many books and pop culture revival meetings. i am a cancer that enjoys long walks and even longer memories,here because i have to be, i keep a journal but never expected to have to bare witness to extreme scrutiny to my own words online
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Time Well Spent
Confession runs dry faith is hope during the day truth is false at night
Memory, a curse a sense will never fail the mind is too strong
worker bees can leave even drones can fly away the queen is their slave
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