I had a whole poem going in my mind that i was going to write but after 50,000 attempts to log into my freaking blog (49,999 of which were unsuccessful) I've forgotten the poem.
Bleh
Random poetry (just a scrap of what i had in mind)
Ice water daggers touch my face
crystal coolness refreshing, revitalizing
my tired eyes feel the burn of dreams calling
even as awake I work
still lost in the depths of simplistic peace
but somehow working in the dreariness of the day
Monday, March 21, 2005
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