Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Today
Today has been trying to bring me down. Has been tugging at the sleeve of my heart, pointing at certain directions it wants me to look to, so I am not afraid to look, and then I look back at the day and search into its eyes, and ask 'today, just who do you think you are?'
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