thoughts that clutter
life is a trip, but i try not to fall.
| Dawn |
| 08.12.05 (3:32 am) |
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So confused I feel in the morning when the sun lightly caresses my face with her rose colored fingers. No need for alarm clock, Broadway busyness attacks my serenity gradually, climaxing at exactly 9:15 am. Ahh another day. I wish I had someone to share it with. Alas, solidarity can be therapeutic right? Hmmm. Slowly rising from the safety of slumber, I recite the day’s plans. All frivolous. But hey, that is what happens when you are 20 and have nothing to with your life other than fulfill parents’ expectations. Maybe today I will by a book. |