a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal:
cutmedown
maybe i should stop...
dreams fade along the twilight horizon. clenching worries in sweaty palms. squeezing the breath from those fading dreams. pale blue, pale blue sky, give me a star. give me a glimpse of that ever evasive twinkle of hope. lost thoughts drifting away on those cotton candy purple clouds.
maybe i should stop wishing.
written on 2003-04-18 at 12:32 a.m.
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