Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

There's a million foolish hearts falling for damn love. It’s the driving force for people to feel innately good, yet it's also the absolute power that turns people insane.

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