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mood: worried worried
music: Björk
Been sitting here for half an hour, trying to write, and I can't. I can't write any of the things I want to in this moment. I watch a man and a woman clasp hands across a table in friendship? comfort? love? Who can say from this distance.

I'm grateful for what I've been given. Even if.

No, I can't write any of the things I want to write in this moment. Maybe they can be read anyway.

I pray.

Posted on Jun. 28th, 2002 at 08:29 am | | Communicate | 1 communication |

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living_water

Your lack of words spoke volumes to my ears
I hear
Your lack of words spoke volumes to my heart
I feel
Your lack of words spoke volumes to my spirit
I pray
Posted on Jun. 28th, 2002 10:40 am (UTC) | | Thread | Reply