a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








eve prayer


merry christmas eve. because when you think that the fire has gone out & you know it's over. the tiniest ember kisses a dry leaf & ignites a small flame. it spreads. hope has this way of spreading, like fire. when you think it's gone;; well, sometimes it's just not.

peace on earth, this is my prayer. [[even if only for one nite.]]


written on 2003-12-24 at 11:21 p.m.

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