last night
i had a dream
that he and his family came over
and his mom
and my mom
talked on trivial things
and we never kissed
but i rested my head on his shoulder
and i told him i was sorry
sorry for all the things i said
and never meant
and we just talked
and it was good
because at last
my soul was at ease
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
