Needing a map

The philosophy and otherwise irrelevant ramblings of a struggling poet.

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

I haven't ever forgotten to breathe, really.  There have been days when things were so stressed I have forgotten almost everything else.  Maybe I'm just too hard on myself.  It's been months since I've written anything of note.  At one point it was like breathing.  Something I couldn't forget.  Now... I'm not so sure.

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