A pen on my hand and thoughts full of "try hards" and what ifs?" a second guess, a fat desire.
The life lost is a new creature born to make way for another.
The ever *consuming fire is now alive in each and every one of us, ready to stimulate those cold hearts.
With each new day comes a threatening feeling, acute.
The older, the better.
The fresher, the more vulnerable.
Come, all ye faithful.
October 25, 2010
I am intertwined with a cycle called life. We fall, we crawl then we fly! It's the same old story. Join me as I surrender everything and just be the plain outkast that I am.
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