The soul shines with all of it's ability, but the skin is the only thing that stands between me and the world.
Why do I want to share so much, why do I feel as if I have to share, but I'm afraid others will think I'm bragging, or that I'm placing myself above them?
Friday, December 10, 2010
Why can't I ever remember the things thought at the end of the day?
Labels:
Dreams,
Epiphanys,
Poetry,
Truly random,
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