Monday, September 04, 2006
i dreamt of the past last night. it seemed like reality, and i thought it was. the past that was different from the others, the closest i ever had. i reminded myself why i left, as if my head could provide the legitimate reasons. but pasts are not called pasts for nothing. strange. i wasn't even thinking about it. i guess it was a result of a conscious eternal sunshine, a purposedly construed spotless mind. did i just stage sections of my life only to replay them the way i deemed fit? this is just like plastic surgery you know. ________________________________________When everyone needs forgiveness, and love that's never failing, let mercy fall on me. Let Your light shine through me.
heartme` twirled her pencil at 10:40 AM
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