an empty dream in text
a nameless emotion
an expression of love
an angry, maddened notion
meaningless lines on paper
being destroyed and made
expressing a fantasy
more than words could have said
a holder of miracles
scratch, fold and scrunch
a vessel of expression
i even wrap your lunch
wood, clay and graphite
a world i can make
broken, chewed and shaved
a heart i can break
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
i miss u...
I haven blogged for days... Nth much happened latley but i had lots of fun. hehe... Heard tat sam broke his leg... poor him! Miss da days we spend together...
