Wednesday, August 26, 2009
action, reaction.
It seems as if those mad days of work have arrived. And these days which are upon me, have stolen my words, robbed all thought, bereft and devoid of feelings, I am no longer myself, but a small cog in the greater scheme of things which must continue to turn, turn, wear-and-tear, but turn. I am slowly believing that there will never be anything more to this rinse-and-repeat formula. They sell youth elixirs, did you know? Some of it is mine, unwillingly given, and never to be returned.
she procrastinated @ 20:33 |
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