sharp the time like lime on a cloth.
upon the wheel of progress spins the heart.
my day turns to evening while the dawn blinks.
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Friday, November 30, 2007
events
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Regrets
She had a face like she'd commit suicide for someone she loved. And, because of that, I had to love her straight away. I'd never jumped on an emotion so fast in my life.
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