Feb 25, 2005 12:47
in days to come, i'm pacing, debating my devotion, and mixing brain cells and blood filled veins in a bowl with a dash of skepticism and pouring it in a cup with a side of discomfort. This cook doesn't know what i mean when i say i want love poured on top and kindess sprinkled in between. Though stuck in the middle of having a meal or nothing at all, i'm tempted to go hungry, but i'm starving.
it's not in the right form right now but it will be sometime.