fleeting
Journal Entry:
Sat Oct 6, 2007, 4:54 PM
childish rhymes
all you leave
curling over pages,
sprawling on your
mind
...*~*~*~*...
pencil smells of wood and lead
subtle scent, when noticed
seems so special
scrawling, scratching silver lines
connect thougts to paper and
fleeting nothings become
a little less fleeting
- Mood:
Spring Fever - Listening to: Regina Spektor