A place of poetry, where my thoughts flow out. Where all that was haunting me is burned to ashes and something light and new is born.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The previous is something that has been floating around in the synaptic connection of my laptop for the last three years. I see that I haven't changed and have changed infinitely. I suppose, at everyone's core we have that pure being inside that can never be completely covered. And that is a good thing.