For every word typed and written down, there are thousands floating around, in the mind, in memory, on the side of the page. Scribble sheets hold them dear and keep them for the day when these words can find their way into sentences ... somewhere out there awaits a home...
Monday, June 1, 2009
missing
too many questions with no answers pulsing through an empty heart waiting to be filled the day we meet again ...wondering...whose smile you see in your sleep tonight...
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