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Friday, July 01, 2005
Harlow!
Hey its been a while since i blog.
How time has passed,the sun rose and set, the moon lighted and rest.
I'm helpless and routined, faithful to home. Glued to bed and the smell of it.
Kissed my dad as many countless times, witnessing him as he sound asleep.
Its peace within a restful person. Nothing surrounds him will affect it. Its like having world of his own. I want that world. To find limitless moments of serenity, love and all the beautiful things one would wish for. The power is in my hands and its possible to materialize it.
I know. I know. I know.
Till 'thinker' me stops for a long moment, I'll race, fall, jump and roll.
Whatever it takes honey heart. So listen less to the head, more to the heart.
Alright enuff said.
How time has passed,the sun rose and set, the moon lighted and rest.
I'm helpless and routined, faithful to home. Glued to bed and the smell of it.
Kissed my dad as many countless times, witnessing him as he sound asleep.
Its peace within a restful person. Nothing surrounds him will affect it. Its like having world of his own. I want that world. To find limitless moments of serenity, love and all the beautiful things one would wish for. The power is in my hands and its possible to materialize it.
I know. I know. I know.
Till 'thinker' me stops for a long moment, I'll race, fall, jump and roll.
Whatever it takes honey heart. So listen less to the head, more to the heart.
Alright enuff said.