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.

Monday, June 28, 2004

weeks in a month

the first week is always the hardest part
the second week is the saddest one
the third week, you start to feel the agony of waiting
but the fourth, the fourth is the anticipation

sigh, two more weeks of waiting for a week long of bliss...

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