Sunday, March 7, 2010

these are musings from bucks alone.


it's genuinely easier to be alone when all your mind is set free.

it's funny how you let him touch, kiss, & embrace you . Yet, your eyes shift and wander.


a poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.
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i found this little quote in my unit's reading material.
I then question the book, What is eternal truth ?

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