Monday, January 17, 2005

I am, I aim, I aim to please, but on this rocky shore created on this page, I forget you and all the feelings, thoughts, adjectives, verbs, & expletives associated with you. I feel the rocks grinding into my feet as I wade. The cold melts away me; I can its little ring of colors around me like an oil spot. Am I free? Am I lost?

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