Oct 22, 2009 13:53
there was the time i was taking the train back from portland oregon. the moon shone and fog gently seeped off the grass in waves. if felt magical and strange, like the earth was slowly lifting it's veil
in that dark fire i saw the blindness of my youth
i guess you could say that i've got a past filled with good deeds and dumb mistakes
sometimes you gotta sacrifice a lot to see you've always been who you always will be
postscript: i'm not too into capitalization. there's gonna be problems with any kind of economic system. and in the system i think i'm searching for something that i've already found