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

Saturday, October 15, 2011

This place is barren and dry... as are my words.
I can't seem to sum up anything consisting of warmth or happiness or light.
Nothing.

I'm praying for the rain. For a difference. For a change.
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