Sunday, July 18, 2010
LIFE...
I miss the tym i used to wake up out ov nightmares n not into dem... Itz a spiral thing outta control. So in ny case realities were better den those nightmares coz Nothing terrible has ever happened except in our thinking.The story we tell is the only nightmare that we have lived.
But wen dese nightmares become reality we can jus challenge our stars to get more worse...
N fianlly a win ova stars...:) Happy way out...
Life...
Patience is a kind of love. A love that is its own explanation in bewildered circumstance. It is an old, old woman placing a wrinkled parchment hand against the cheek of a reckless child. Because her heart is too wise to make room for reproach. Too full to find place for offence.
So let d tym fly, let d life make his own move , i'll patiently wait 4 U.In course rong will be ryt.N u find me standing where u left me.:)
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