sometimes i write things…like this…
i wake into a new dream,
and fall into complacency.
i believe things beyond me,
and turn around to find
an echo of my life.
and it doesn’t seem to mean a thing.
the silence that pervades me
perverts me.
it consumes me
and frightens my soul.
i cry out in anguish,
but i can’t run away
for fear of losing hope.
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…I am left very thoughtful…
…and in great need of a backwards comment box returned to my life…
hey, if you like Evanescence, I could hook you up with the fellow who
wrote much of the music and arrangements. He lives in Little Rock…
but if you don’t that’s cool too.
Fix your colors, dude
fix…the colors?
hey guy… did I hear the words ‘cutting hair’ as a actual project for the up coming visit?