Monday, April 28, 2003

I don't know where to start. I've come back to where I came from. I feel like a tour guide. Walked on the edge way too often to belong. I have the funny tales and the punchlines and the spots on the map. But I don't travel this road anymore. I have day and by night, in terror and comprehension, from the mountains and the seas.

A million starlit skies on the errors of my life.

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