When i was young
I wrote what was in my mind
And let it float around
As i become older
I edit, re-edit and i am still not ready to let go
I have patches of text
Punctuated with criss crossing lines
Yet not in possession
of the pleasant void
when you have your thoughts out
I hope i am not the only one
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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