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November.
The sweet sound of the word, like a whisper.
November.
A thought half-spoken, when I need comfort.
November, November, November!
A desperate plea. Oh, my God! The days go by slow.
November!
s**t! It's so close now and I haven't even begun to plan, no invitations yet, no dress yet, nothing. No boxes for moving yet.
November.
A dream? No. The truth.
November is the Truth.
November.
When I go forth into madness, a half-crazed reality of whirlwind emotions.
November.
Possible stupidity. Statistics after all.
November.
Statistics suck. Love is all you need.
November?
Love is definate, love is Truth.
November??
"All you need is not love."
Rushing blindly forward, I know in my heart what I want. I know the Truth is love, and I know that love is not everything. I know that I need to learn to be stronger, to be less angry, more independant, and a half a billion other things. I know this, and still, each day, each day, I repeat the mantra.
November,
November,
November.
 Elainya · Sun Apr 17, 2005 @ 02:33am · 0 Comments |
