2/18/02 17:23 |
the longer time i spent away from what i was, the more i appreciate the change. i may have lost some happiness, but it's a price i need to pay for i need a more permanent form of happiness.
sooner or later the ink will run out, not from the pen, but from my mind. i could never guess how much i thought about all things that couldn't be bought. for life's not worthwhile until it's fought. i've yet to figure out what is sought, until everything i need is caught.
the more i think, the more i lose my interest on a lot of things. it may seem like a devil, but it couldn't be found.
all my thoughts are written in all things grand.