Tuesday, November 30, 2004
I wish I had beautiful thoughts again...
Beautiful words to write down and beautiful feelings to have. I don't anymore. I'm lucky when I feel at all, really lucky when I feel something worth speaking of. But it's my own damned fault. I let someone break me. So many times before I thought I was broken, only rise above the ashes like phoenix. All those times I really wasn't broken, only temporarily out of commission for improvements. Maybe that's all this is. Maybe the beauty is still there I'm just making repairs.
Just call me the
'maintenance man'
♥Oh, so vintage... 6:00 PM