Still
A ripple for every moment

Still like an untouched lake. Catching the sky near and far. Knowing not where to go, but where to be. Not only a reflection, but a glimmer in the eye.

Scared

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Journal

Stormy Reflections

December 19th, 2008

It was the middle of the night when I stepped into my car. Snow was hastily falling from above, littering the streets and cluttering my eyes. I creeped onto the freeway and joined a train of cars. .....

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