There are times I totally do not know what I'm doing.
This very moment is one of those times.
Ironically, I expected it and now I'm feeling unsettled about it?
The lack of sleep is doing me in.
How do I get a clear head?
(& again, I so predict, one year down the road, 27.4.09, I'll probably be like what was I thinking one year ago?)
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The rustle of the wind
I imagine
Ruffles your hair and
I imagine
Raindrops falling a-platter
And I imagine
You and I, walking silently
Imagine
Walking till the end
Till time is just a few digits
And imagine the smiles
On our faces
And as quickly as imagination comes and goes,
You’re gone. Just imagine.
Wrote/typed this down a year ago. Wow. I remember who I was talking about. I don't remember how exactly the feeling is. But close.
