Happiness is a sad poem.

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Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Will I?

Insignificant, trapped in a windy haze. Contemplating which road to take, in this neverending maze. The path I will take will most likely be different than any I've taken before. Treasure your youth, a wise man once told me, for soon you will have it no more. Every range of emotion will be promptly... Sign in to see full entry.

World with a view

Distant mountain top, high atop, this slippery rock. Looking over, this world I gave the cold shoulder. The unknown soldier, not living any bolder, but at the moment, I've never been any closer to ending this torment, with one giant leap, into these rough and jagged boulders. But I have to live with... Sign in to see full entry.

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