Jun 19, 2009 11:36
I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me
She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech
That turned to mine and asked belligerently
“What do I live for?”
I see the scars of searches everywhere I go
From hearts to wars to literature to radio
There’s a question like a shame no one will show
“What do I live for?”
We are Hosea’s wife
We are squandering this life
Using people like ladders and words like knives
Hosea's Wife by Brooke Fraser
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I just bought one half of my Father's day gift. It's going to be a knockout, I just know it.
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My old pants are finally beginning to fit. My tees are becoming loose.
I've lost weight. =D
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In two months, I'll be three years in this company.
Let it not become four, please.
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I'd like a Moroccan Mint tea latte after 5:30. Non-fat, less sugar.
Hair job must be scheduled for Sunday.
I want my 10-hour zzzzzs back.
randomness,
me,
work: august 2006 - november 2009