a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








gninrael


what beauty hath i stumbled across tonite? when all hope is extinguished, a lite flickers on in the darkness. it's not about memories or loss. solace is bred in truth. healing happens not when we are crying, not when we are laughing, but only when we are learning.

maybe i have to sit quietly & wait. maybe i have to be virtuous for once in my life. maybe a watched pot never boils & we should all be careful what we wish for. maybe we've all got a thing or two to learn. maybe it's time to shut our mouths & open our ears. put down the pen & read a little. maybe i am wrong & maybe i am right, but the one thing that's for certain at this moment in time is that i am still breathing.


written on 2004-01-10 at 10:11 p.m.

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