My dears,
Walk talk, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget that you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors. -HST
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
My dears, it's been a while.
Time got in my way.
Different from posts previous, I want to ask you. Who ever you are.
It breaks my heart to see them now. Nothing I can do about it their unhappiness.
I want to help, I try to ask — it does nothing. Still there he is alone in the office looking back on a life of disappointment.
My eyes water with the thought, the one I hold so dear unhappy with everything he's created.
Time got in my way.
Different from posts previous, I want to ask you. Who ever you are.
It breaks my heart to see them now. Nothing I can do about it their unhappiness.
I want to help, I try to ask — it does nothing. Still there he is alone in the office looking back on a life of disappointment.
My eyes water with the thought, the one I hold so dear unhappy with everything he's created.
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