This is an archiving journal of daily snippets and thoughts. Periodically, themes may form, and for this I apologize. Any attempt to sway the material is purely due to cowardice and lack of imagination. Generally speaking this should be considered mere spasmodic flurries of an anxious explanation from a real persons practically impractical reaction to the world.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The snow falls gently on you And the sidewalk cries As the sound of your steps fade
I stand staring at myself Sitting in my home Waiting for my life to start
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