The paper waited,
as if its relationship to the pen...
...
I can't elaborate my feelings; music articulates,
The wind takes my spirit and rejuvenates...
Trying to understand nature,
it is not easy to sit and think about it...
Give me stormy days;
too much of placidity...
I had the scare of my life today
And realized my life worth living...
Started at nothing ,
And found myself here...
Lucy
a hand-ful of skill...
Rain, fall down on me and cleanse my heartache...
GMD original. Written 9/10/08...
When he came to the end of his journey,
traveled his last weary mile...
Applying mascara
upon an early dawn...
Change
must first be...