Sanity comes in many shapes and sizes. Mine usually comes in penguin form. Following are what I term 'scribbles'. This almost-poetry is my attempt at self-expression.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Eternity
Diseased, scabbed and scarred, Falling Apart. You come. You sit. You touch my arm. I look into the eyes Of eternity. You write it on my soul And give me life.
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