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I'm a perfected messrefined in such a waythat its almost beauty.Simplicity at its finest,I dance along the path,anticipating the turnsbefore they show..
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When I made my decisionto change the courseof my life,and live with you,I had come to the conclusion,that I would beginto fill my pagesa little slower..
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Sorry.But I'm a little more fragilethan your average robot.I don't have aneasy to reachreset buttonthat will clear my mindand release you fromhaving t..
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Sadly, an"I'm sorry"and an awkwardunwanted hugdoes not healthe wounds you gave me.And I'm sure they'll scar overbefore you realize that.
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Three doors downfrom our three bedroomone bath nightmarelay a gas stationthat recylcedhigh teenage employeesfaster than the dishes were done.Only afte..
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As a needy, never satisfied artistI've begun to experimentwith the lesser arts.Sculptingviews with a lens,capturing events on a hand drawn page,playfu..
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This is quitea new settingfor proseto be released.Sure, the flashlight-under-sheets syndromewhen the clock hasrolled considerablypast curfewhas domina..
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I've spunmy worldsonseparatechains;hanging side by side,clinging togetherwhen the harsh winds blewbut separate, still.In action,two halvesof my very w..
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Why does this habittake placein the absence of day?You'd thinki'd be more logicaland pursue such venturesin light that dousesthe pageand releases mefr..
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In all honestyI don't see myselfas the stereotyped"depressed child"--though my past givesevery reason for that to be true--In general,even ask my folk..
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