Losing my way, losing all semblance of what it means to be human.
This dirt road I take branches off and those branches have further splits and on and on until it is a complete labyrinth of a tree, twisting, turning, encircling, choking. It takes my breath so easily just attempting to navigate this thing we call Life.
But there is hope.
There is always a bit of hope.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
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