I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Big big change..
August 1, 2007No poems today.. no music too…
Been a very hard week for me… a big change coming up.. I know I promised writing about my toys… but this change in my life.. hope it's something for the better..
Will tell you soon!




