Friday, April 01, 2005
am listening to Renee now. it brings back so much more than just love and romance.
I miss the past. vestiges of which reside solely in me, cut and snipped into pieces which fit snugly so; enabling me to remember the things i want to; the way in which i want to.
Could you ever miss yourself? and miss what you were before you became you.. now.
I spend every waking hour floating in pipe dreams of never never land and complicated pasts of the simple me.
in short. Jazz is evocative, it uncaves a deep yearning cavern inexplicable. Joyce Lim unzipped at 1:30 PM with 0 comments
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