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.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Twisted mind

feels like somewhere
nowhere
beyond reach
outside
too dark
couldn't see a thing
without
its not worth

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