words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Thursday, July 28, 2005
I Am Not Alone
What I love most about Dena is how she says exactly what's on her mind. Read this. Go on, read it. It has to do with what I've been blogging about.