Sunday, February 26, 2006
... i am quite aimless
no direction. we walk. it doesn't matter why, where or how quickly. i'm just more afraid of standing still. so afraid of never growing. never changing. whether it be for the better or for the worst.
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March 22: midnight
midnight is freedom. time begins again as we walk the not-so-empty streets, eyes on our backs, warm hands clasped together, walking to the morning.
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