Wednesday, April 09, 2008
"Maybe someday when we’re old and gray,
and all is said and done;
On a hill beneath our giving tree
with all our fallen colored leaves
Of where we’ve come and where we’ve gone...
You’ll look at me with wonder..."
im sitting here with thoughts crowding my brain. its times like this that i feel like taking a little holiday from the world.. the stillness and silence of it all, i do wonder if i'm happy with the place that it had arrived at. But then again, ill still hold tight to this quite pride which tags you belong.
unemcumbered. the ache that resides inside the hopes i carries.
