Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box. Though I've got a few missing it's ok because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life...
- John Mayer
Friday, June 10, 2011
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
The woman was a complete mystery. No one really knew who she was. Her presence didn’t give off any special ambience, and she wasn’t exactly the type of lady to receive a second glance. The only person who knew the woman was the woman herself. In contrast to her unknown, she was not a stranger amongst her surroundings. You would see her, you just didn’t know her. She lived her life throughout the small town, never to leave one trace of herself. A ghost, yet not quite. Who is she?
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