Against the Tide

Jan 28, 2007 19:14


So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

-William Shakespeare

Just when I thought it was getting better, it got three times worse.

I keep having dreams. Not just every once in a while, but every night for the past five nights.

It is as if a towering wave has come crashing down upon me, sweeping away my footing. ( Read more... )

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thinkofme7321 January 31 2007, 14:10:11 UTC
Well then stand up. It's shallow water, dearest.

Call me on my home phone((Hey, hey ET phone home)) 469-362-4485

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despertarse February 3 2007, 03:37:14 UTC
You'll find it, babe.
It is in you, like an instinct, your intution, and you will know, and you will reach.

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