Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life or what kinda . Well, not small, but circumscribed. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.
Mood: Contemplative Music: Metallica - Mama Said I wonder if we grow maudlin with time... Here's something I would've shuddered at a couple of years back, something that happened.... but now I just smile indulgently and find sweet: I climbed up the door opened the stairs I said my pajamas and put on my prayers I switched off the bed and climbed in the light all because she kissed me goodnight. (But it still doesn't scan too well!)
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