a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








weak


a short spell of happiness shattered. nothing lost, nothing gained. just a hope for a better something. a better anything. beauty is stolen by malevolent words and actions. sparks of truth, sparks of hope, glimmer in certain eyes. trying to invoke innocent thoughts, kind thoughts in my mind. no such luck. no such thing.. finally forgetting the past, yet now fearing the future. will anything change, CAN anything change? I keep trying, but my will is so weak. my soul, my dreams, so weak.

written on 2003-01-27 at 12:27 p.m.

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