Sunday, September 8, 1996

Her embrace was a church where the burning incense smelled like memories of childhood summers.

* * * * *

My time is not occupied.
Not looking for a job.
Not looking for a girl.
Not looking for a life.
I am looking for hope.

The problem is, I believe happiness is the path, not the destination. So according to my own beliefs, I am not moving. I am dead right now. It kinda takes the pressure off.

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