Tuesday, November 07, 2006
12 31 pm.
matchstick that strikes and burns.
of misery and solitary.
illuminates the darkest night.
pure sorrow and joy.
the sadder of the none.
in my diary.
i wrote you of the beautiful memories.
that i conjuncted.
leaving the ones not behind.
feeling growing up.
i sk8ed || 11/07/2006 12:30:00 PM
