The skidrow bums luck... 5/15/2007, by Stilltraveler Subscribe to rss feed for Stilltraveler 

Oh if there was some grace... now would be the best time for
its light.

How slowly yet clearly; optimism loses, faith drains, hope
bleeds.

I'm withering away in the "It'll get better" mentality.

Left only to write lackluster words that don't lift or
inspire.

Right now all I can do is breathe.... breathe... breathe...

To continue to trudge... pessimistic, worried, empty... yet
trudging.
Posted: 2010-03-06 19:03:45 UTC
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2007-10-14 01:23:17annaie
IDK what this is about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2010-02-01 20:06:53Tikva
Addressing "Annaie" : Poetry doesn't always have specific meaning; it's your own interpretation of it that makes it beautiful. If it means nothing to you; it could mean mountains to me. Still traveling these mountains that we can never seem to climb.