Posted in Writing on January 27, 2005 | No Comments »
It was crazy. The bird was flying around the living room in a panic with a noticeable lack of grace. It never flew very well from the beginning. Hand raised and hand fed from the time it was born, it never knew the company of other birds. Even so, you would think the ability to [...]
Posted in A Life Mismanaged, Writing on January 27, 2005 | 1 Comment »
“Days of turmoil and sadness, not knowing what to do. But I’m here now. And things still look the same, but somehow feel a bit different. Maybe its me, maybe its him or maybe it is just meant to be. Time will tell. My fear of forgetting to breath has passed and the heart is [...]
Posted in Procrastination Posts, Writing, tagged write, Writing on January 22, 2005 | No Comments »
Today I have so much to say and yet the words escape me.
Posted in Writing on January 20, 2005 | No Comments »
“Days pass. Weeks will follow. With each moment, bits of me crumble away. Soon there will be nothing left but a shell of the woman you once knew. And if I see you, I will not move. I will not breath. For if I do, I will tremble and there will be nothing left to [...]
Posted in A Life Mismanaged, Procrastination Posts, tagged procrastination on January 20, 2005 | No Comments »
Not so random lines from my favorite movies:
“Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were suppose to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever [...]
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