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Saturday, January 29, 2005


   poetic mood again -Kt-
What about today?
just another teenage journal?
or one where nothing but pure drama condenses..

What about yesterday?
in the past left to be..
perhaps memories should be remembered.

What about tomorrow?
Nothing to be known,
your last day, or a new beginning?

Give me a hope to live off of, and i will show you what i am content of...that's right, my mind is back in the shop again, working and working..and working... i am thinking more than ever and what about? of course my poetic moods from pure saintly hell. Nothing is real. once again i am yelling this, once again i am burdening this w/ all of my babylonian tongue from which no thoughts but pure misery are created. I cannot escape this. of course i might grow out of it..but like tomorrow states, what's tomorrow but another unknown? I've tried to control these thoguhts but i give up, they have exploded underneath to my pressure of hot metalic earth. No gravity leaving endless possiblities to expand in an out of motion dance. Perhaps the human mind is one where it is it's own universe and each 'world' we visit is one that is actually a different planet in each different solar system of life. What am i talking about? good question. i think to much and do not allow the lightness of help to enter. nor do i wish it upon me. So let me be alone, and ignore these entrys that will leave you baffled. ~A teenage journal letting out drama...or to say..pure and unmurky thoughts~

-And to this, leave it up to the dreamer to describe the way they will live..if it be in reality, or in fantasy...different levels of the atmosphere or down to earth...tis your choice but to make sure you live life to the fullest-

-Kt-

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