Not a chronicling. Not a memoir. Just words at the end of the day.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The Start of the Show
And that, ladies and gentlemen, brings us to the main attraction. Developments have been made while other plans have been set in motion. To have that embrace once again....brilliance.
That embrace that fills us up inside. A warm somebody. Time seems to drag by.
ReplyDeleteEven as an illsuion time restrains us. Will it let us have that which we seek? We must press on to find out; have a holdout of hope.
ReplyDeleteHope is a devastating thing. But I must say, time is worse. Ticking seconds feel more like hours.
ReplyDeleteOnly when hope has been answered does time speed up and forget it had been slowing you down.
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