Feb 03, 2005 04:32
An empty page is always waiting. Waiting for something to fill it up. Helpless in it's need to be something, anything, other than what it is. It's barren whiteness seems to ache to display some feeling, some thought, some vibrant color.
I feel wan and pale like an empty page.
Waiting...waiting for something...for someone...
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"What do you say in a moment like this? When you can't find the words to tell it like it is...? Just bite your tongue and let your heart lead the way. Let's get out of here... What do you say...?"
Smile, love. Everything always ends up right.
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:D You know, you're totally right. I think today I've had my fill of this bitter draught I've been drinking. Life is made better for smiles, not frowns. Drama is only good, and even then not very, for soap operas...Rainey, you and I should make a pact to expel drama from our lives! :) Sounds good to me :)
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-Flutterby
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Wow, that'd be super cool to finally meet you face to face! I'm sorry you're sick :( Being sick ALWAYS sucks a big one! Hehehe...your post is a little confusing :P But being sick will do that to you too :P
Looking forward to meeting you :)
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