6Oct/052
some poetry
Swiftly sailing the open sea,
He knew not what he sought
Or from what was his flee
All that was once familiar
Was now as definite as the rain
Falling into the endless deep
The rhythm of the beating waves
Induced a hypnotizing slumber
Leaving days and weeks a blur
His dreams were of lands where
Flowers sang melodious tunes and
Hearts beat louder with every new day
He awoke lying on a naked shore
Knowing not what he sought
Yet seeking it all the more
October 6th, 2005 - 16:49
ok, it’ll be our secret! Day after tomorrow is our birthday! woohoo!! see you lata.
October 7th, 2005 - 09:58
you write so well. you make me jealous.
love yaaaaaaahhhhhhh. (you)