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Christmas eve is upon me again. I'm sitting in the den as the crowd dwindles from the living room. A football game is on t.v. believe it or not. Tulsa vs. Hawaii. Ho hum is all I can say.
I got a new wallet, which is nice, I have just finished swapping over. I got some very pretty shirts, however I do fear that one of them may be to large for me. But it gives me room to grow.
So as I cleaned out my wallet, I realized I have many random bits of paper with random scrawlings on them. wheather it be some scripture reference, or the startings of a poem.
"Impossible hope, my only friend
that, that will never be, my only solace at this time,
unrequieted longing, my only enemy,
Eternal dammnationm my only fear."
another,
"Help will come, this I must believe or else my sanity will cease and I'll be a mere shell of a person, meandering this thing called life."
These have been shoved in a crook of my wallet for only God knows how long. They have been folded and unfolded many times over, they have began to rip.
Perhaps they will be poems one day.
To go to my parents tonight or stay here at my grandmothers. I think the previous will win out.
Gosh I don't care for Christmas right now. Sometimes maybe. now, no.
I got a new wallet, which is nice, I have just finished swapping over. I got some very pretty shirts, however I do fear that one of them may be to large for me. But it gives me room to grow.
So as I cleaned out my wallet, I realized I have many random bits of paper with random scrawlings on them. wheather it be some scripture reference, or the startings of a poem.
"Impossible hope, my only friend
that, that will never be, my only solace at this time,
unrequieted longing, my only enemy,
Eternal dammnationm my only fear."
another,
"Help will come, this I must believe or else my sanity will cease and I'll be a mere shell of a person, meandering this thing called life."
These have been shoved in a crook of my wallet for only God knows how long. They have been folded and unfolded many times over, they have began to rip.
Perhaps they will be poems one day.
To go to my parents tonight or stay here at my grandmothers. I think the previous will win out.
Gosh I don't care for Christmas right now. Sometimes maybe. now, no.