Wednesday, December 30, 2009

hundreds of pairs of eyes all holding the same thoughts.
Originated ages ago, twisted and turned, chewed up and spit out into all these different shapes, yours are not yours alone.
I wonder if I'll always be caught in this wind, ripped to both sides of this war between logic and heart.
Why can't I just use both?
"Easier said than done."

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