Freedom, so confined by state of mind.
The sun begins to shine through the window blinds. Window blinds. What a strange pairing of words.
And I begin to believe, believe that tomorrow exists, the warmth of a summer breeze.
And without this music, without the clatter of the keyboard, this world would be all too silent.
Friday, March 21, 2008
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