freedom is the freedom to choose whose slave you want to be.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

spring exactly

Every single branch smiling silently holding out two unfurling green leaves on the very very edge as a surprise poised offering them out to me as the branches sway gently and the new comers ride the wind.

Bathroom revelations: I swear something deep and meaningful swam into my head as I looked down into the sink in my sleepy haze in the morning smiling watching the water swirl down into oblivion and then wakefulness stole it away. Maybe tomorrow.


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