May 26, 2007 22:07
Staring at the Blue Moon and savoring the Hershey's chocolate from down the hall, I find peace. Sitting on my porch, I hear the train, not in the distance, just down the road actually.
I need not rely on things you hath created, but on you, which hath created it all. I relish times of silence when I can hear nothing but the noise from the keyboard upon which I type. You are here, as my head becomes heavy, my fears disappear.