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.

Thursday, May 27, 2004

refuse

hit the wall
scream out loud
don't crawl back in your cage

i understand
you lost yourself
when you searched for something
your heart screamed for

don't believe the lies that they told you
not one word is true
you're alright and you're even better now

refuse to feel the pain
refuse to slip away
you can't be weak dear friend

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