Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 876. Isolated reason for being, just that someone would look with wonder at what you've created within yourself. I go over and over why it's gone, but it doesn't make it come back. And not so much that I miss it, but that apathy has crept under the blankets, fallen asleep with its tiny arms wrapped about my knees. I don't know what I'm looking for any more, I don't know if I'm really looking. I've quite possibly surrendered what was left of my free will. On a lighter note, I found the world's biggest slug on my patio last night. 12:33 p.m. - 2004-05-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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