A book. What we see.
A ball of light, yellow, up, up in the sky.
A small golden sickle in the night.
The truth. Be aware.
A million million degrees. Hotter than anything.
A frozen ball stuck to this planet.
What we see.
What we know.
Saturday, January 14. 2012
People keep asking why
Losing something is hard.
But losing a friend
is even harder.
People keep asking why.
If he had died
they could feel sorry for you.
If he had cheated on you
they could be outraged.
If he had left you
they could pity you.
Losing something is hard.
But losing a friend
is even harder.
People keep asking why.
© 2011
But losing a friend
is even harder.
People keep asking why.
If he had died
they could feel sorry for you.
If he had cheated on you
they could be outraged.
If he had left you
they could pity you.
Losing something is hard.
But losing a friend
is even harder.
People keep asking why.
© 2011
Friday, January 13. 2012
my gathered sympathy
Sunday, January 8. 2012
the only time
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