January 2010
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Fickle fickle.
I am not sad. Just exhausted and anxious. With a brain full of thoughts and a mouth that has endless words for everyone but me. I want to create beautiful things. And I want people to see themselves as I see them. And I see it all. The bad. The good. The hope. The sadness. It is the gift I was given. I want it to be what it is. Not a style. Nothing you can predict. Just a piece of time. That will...
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If I were a month, I’d be the end of October. If I were a day of the week, I’d be whatever day comes before your weekend. If I were a time of day, I’d be 11:11 If I were a planet, I’d be Pandora If I were a sea animal, I’d be an otter. If I were a direction, I’d be away If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a pile of pillows in a nook. If I were a liquid, I’d be coffeeeee If I were...
