Monday, May 16, 2005

My head hurts. My eyes are burning. Sleep is elusive. Peace, a luxury. My head brews a zig zag of thoughts. Some vain. Some insightful. But thoughts are pious to me, never to be ignored, however insignificant they may seem at that given moment. Every thought is a key to a precious memory that lived its moment before proceeding to give way to its other counterparts.

When we ask for someone's advice, 99% of the time, we aren't looking for new insights, but rather confirmation of what in our hearts, we've already decided to do.

Posted by Dewdrop :: 11:15 PM :: 24 Scribbles!

Scribble your mind!

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