Sleepless Writings for Monday, July 26, 2004

Why are these paths so unsure and so unfeeling What is there for us when we can’t help but feeling The world will only circle us past Make us relive over and over the past Our misdeeds and misfortunes forever in our way Our karma carried on from day to day I know the answer though it is not always... Sign in to see full entry.

Soaring high, these birds of change The lack of oxygen; I can not breathe Every emotion flows steadily through me I attempt in vain to see below me All a blur those things of past My day, a wonder, my path, I wander My heart flies yonder as my mind goes under Unsure if this picture is all painted by... Sign in to see full entry.