| | So...i have this really bad habit of keeping bad memories stored in some fashion somewhere where i can uncover them again in the future. It used to be with notes that i wrote/received in high school, or journals that i wrote for myself, but this time it was an IM conversation that i saved in a word document under a weird name. I have to do a clean sweep at least once a year to get rid of this stupid problem, but i just find new ways to store them every time.
I wish i were a stronger person that could deal with my problems rather than hide them.
on a happier note...i found something cheesy that i wrote once that made me smile a little:
A candle stands alone on the sanded down wooden table, its flame grasping for the ceiling, but falling drastically short. The warm summer breeze bursts through the open window searching for the next victim in its forceful rampage. The candle in its path shows a flickering flame completely helpless against the strength of the breeze. Almost out, then a loving hand working as a barrier to the wind gives hope to the dying flame and lets it reach out once again. |
| | Posted 5/9/2008 2:24 AM - 43 views - 3 comments
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