2-22-08

Late in the night, is raining and very cold. I'm hiding on my bed listening to the growling of my fridge and the dropping of the rain. How bad can it be? I said to myself. I thought of my walk, and nothing can be compared. I felt like slapping myself because of the thoughts I've ever had. I feel like the frog. The talk really scratched my heart, tears were in my eyepit, fire was burning in me. My expression touched, her expression touched. I thought I was the rotten one..... The past is the past, that's what I have been telling myself, but never believed it. Today I said the past is the past and HOPED that it'll work on the situation that already happened. When I look at myself through the roof, all the way shuttled to the universe, I see goodness and full of paths. Too little, must be strong said I.