This is more than just the average blog, its my life, how i feel. without writing i would burst at the seams all the time. writing is what helps me get through it all even if i dont write every day, what matters is when i do and how i cant stop myself.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Haiku
The pine grows, the smell swells as it's “leaf” twitters to the ground, annoying.
Dawn falls from the tree, landing gently, imprinting the cement and staining time.
Breath stained, collar tight, white. White all around like dancers beckoning us in
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