Why I am always late…

11/23/2011 § Leave a comment

If life is my gift, let me admire its glory from within my own tone.

 If life is my burden, let it be despised under the weight of my very own bones.

 This is my journey set in chaotic course, I am the only one that feels it’s natural magnetic force. I thank you for your assistance, but I am fine with its surprises.

I am happy with its path and do not despise it.

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