i am the child of the wasteland....a land of haunted houses and monsters i call father. dark talents run in the family, but i shatter the glass to let the moonlight in, not to destroy something fragile for the feeling of breaking beneath my fists. all i can do is scream, crawl out, and keep screaming. but i can hold the sparrow, mend its wing... i am the spring rain and the hurricane... the monsters cower now, not me, not you. *xn* |
Thursday, Feb. 13, 2003 - 1:57 pm
friends of mine are pilots "over there" and i hope they come home soon, and in a world of peace- they wish the same thing.
(yes i made the dolly picture, yes i am such a girlie girl.. :) )
current mood: love
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