I can't.
Write.
Or breathe.
of Late.
She said I am a good egg. I wonder when I will hatch.
He said I must believe in something bigger than myself. And now I wonder about that too, you see-most things are bigger than me. 18 wheelers. cows. the world. all of them.
On Repeat:Damien Rice, 9 crimes
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- ~ScotchBiscuits~
- I love the way the old oak trees hang sadly over a tiny street in Savannah, bending in the wind so that tomorrow when I return they will still be standing, with moss hanging from the branches like the grey beards of an old man. I love the way they bend over as though bowing their heads to pray, faithfully through every season. I like to tell people about these old oaks, about how amazing they are, but what impresses me the most, is that generally urban folk are really not impressed at all.
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5 comments:
Alot to think about i guess, then take it easy! You'l hatch.
Cows? I should certainly hope that cows are bigger than everybody. :)
(((Scotchie)))
i dont know if you'll still get to hatch but you are the Lord's sheep. BAAAAA!
It's a farm party up in here, woo!
awww...only time will answer those...
(((princess((scotchie))princess)))
*group hug!*
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