To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make... ~Truman Capote

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Filled to the Top...

Do you ever think ahead to the future?
Five years from now, ten years from now?

I do. All the time.

Where will I be? Who will I be? Who will I be with? What will I be doing?
The future is an unknown and uncharted place.

Wherever I am... I really hope I'm happy.
I hope this place... so unknown now, is a place I'll never want to leave.
I hope it's filled with love and joy.
I hope it's filled with music.
I hope it's filled with happiness.

Filled... to the top.

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