I have a driving need to ramble on this subject of "love." There's a song from the musical Secret Garden. Lyrics: "I need a place where I can hide and no one sees my life inside... where I can take my pen and draw the girl I mean to be."
Talking with my friends about the trials and tribulations of love is one thing, but sometimes I need to muse endlessly - often to myself.
That being said, if you've found this black abyss of crazy-talk... I apologize.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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