we move forward. day after day the things around us are changing. the leaves on the trees from green to red to orange to brown to death to the ground to the snow to the spring to the grass. & all that we really want to be able to do is smile;; not a fake smile for once just a smile. a genuine moment of happiness & truth. a moment where we could forget about the tears, the scars & know the true meaning of contentment.
& we look to the sky, to the stars & it seems that maybe there is hope . . . until we are enveloped in sorrow & so goes life: this pitless cycle.
written on 2003-12-31 at 12:50 a.m.
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