Post-Friday
Hopes and Fears
One in the same
I feel I may have found
My home
One in the same
I feel I may have found
My home
posted by Lovely Lady Grace at 1:19 PM
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. C. S. Lewis
posted by Lovely Lady Grace at 1:19 PM
1 Comments:
because you sign your electronic correspondance with a set of jugs
pretending to be unaware of them
I will not call again.
because you want to wrestle tongues ate every intersection
highschool cheerleader playing the role
I will not be sucked in.
because the benz rocked vicariously through
my caucasiatic vessels will not stop
listening through the covers when I weep.
I don’t really weep.
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