Thoughts

Each breath comes in pairs. Never have I known a single great moment nor have I ever had a single solitary tragedy. It seems as though I have always had a bit more pain than beauty in my life. Once I make a mistake they seem to tumble in all around me. Sympathy. Serenity. I get so overwhelmed by it all. Everything takes my beating heart and speeds its rhythm. These multiplied maniacs flood my world.

October 24, 2003

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