I haven't a clue as to how my story will end. But that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, you don't conclude the road has vanished. And how else could we discover the stars?
I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.
I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.
Yawn…
December 1, 2008I am still awake.
I know that it’s a thing of the past.
And there it will remain.
