you wait for
your life to begin.
you stand
outside and let
each season
roll over you.
you have no
memory of
yesterday,
of the years
gone by
when you were
someone else.
the slate is clean.
you wait for
your life
to begin again.
this is the only
way you can go
on and find
tomorrow.
Friday, March 9, 2012
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