Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Dark Days.

On overcast and gloomy days, I can sometimes get caught up in a Fiona Apple-induced somber whilrwind.  I stare out windows and write moody poetry.  Today, my friends, was one of these days.

Sadness and sorrow reside inside
The depths of my narrow frame.
And though I smile and laugh and feel real joy,
There always, too, is pain.

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