"Staring out the window
kissing my freedom a sweet goodbye.
As open arms are your wings,
imprisoning my soul in its flight.
Wonder if I wish for the unreasonable scream
or if I'd cherish her bitter lullaby?"

(moi - 01/19/2005)


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Revisiting my old blogs is like paying the old me a visit.
2004

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i haven't felt horny in so long i no longer remember what that feels like.
This is not a comfortable thing to acknowledge.