July 12, 2001
reflection (aka... don't go reading old stuff)

written on march 7, 1999... a long time ago

whenever i sit to dream
my mind often wanders
to where my soul has been for years

the tension between my fingers
the sadness of it all
the incredible sensation of
gripping my fate and letting go
of the past

i live but only because you taught me how

-09:52 PM

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