In constant turmoil, she stands, balanced on the edge of all that's past. And the future, that bright blue burning thing, stares back as if to taunt her. A step is all. All that separates the now from the never. When she was younger, they promised her things, things that she, being younger but always wiser, knew could not be delivered.
Freedom never rings, it bleeds out of the mouths of the dead. It's a joke without a punchline. Like any face that graces any coin, like any name you give a politician. All wear the mask of friend, all force you to bow at their feet. _____________________________________________ Free email with personality! Over 200 domains! http://www.MyOwnEmail.com Looking for friendships,romance and more? http://www.MyOwnFriends.com _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
