"You don't know how hard it's been,
to find you a gift.
Nothing fit.
Why bring gold to the seam,
Water to the sea?
Every idea of mine seemed like
Hauling spice to the East.
No good, to give you my heart, soul,
You own both already.
So I got you a mirror.
Look at you.
Think of me."
- Rumi
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Chain the pressure from the Swelling
No this has nothing to do with swelling.
Nothing to do with pressure
Why'd I write that?
Don't ask, life is full of questions, not enough answers, let us move on.
The sad cries of a child, beckoning in the wind. That sad child is me, outgrowing my overalls.
Nothing to do with pressure
Why'd I write that?
Don't ask, life is full of questions, not enough answers, let us move on.
The sad cries of a child, beckoning in the wind. That sad child is me, outgrowing my overalls.
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