...I came out of the fog; a great coma to which I swore I was doomed...
Monday, May 4, 2009
Falling in the Spring
Ever notice how it is we always fall in love? We never tread softly in to love, or step lightly in to love. If love is a good thing than why is it described as a fall?
To be conscious of my consciousness is an ever-streaming enthrallment of mine to which I devote much time to its spectacular speculatory components the like, whatnot and such..
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