cant remember home. full of empty things. life sways and jumps at random. to trust is to be flawed, don't trust. mistakes full of pain. like a blanket that is never warm. your memories guided. ideas taught. a blank face now. nobody worth loving. just a washed out creature wandering in the halls of this earth in the direction of the wind. if it wasn't real. if it was a lie. no its real. there is nothing else but faded colors now.
but its not you, its always been me.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
faded colors
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Nice metaphor (I think it is a metaphor - always confused me). I am going to try to get the Lion King and watch it Friday night. Have you read Anne Morrow Lindbergh's "A Gift from the Sea"? I think you would like her.
No i have not. If you think I would like it I will look it up. After all you are going to watch Lion King. But come on that right there is a classic. LOL
oh and you cant be confused because i don't even know what i was trying to say. I normally don't. I just write with my feelings.
"come on that right there is a classic"
Have you been watching Larry the cable guy? LOL.
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