my hart luvs
2 B trchrus
my tung luvs
2 strt fires
my eyes luv
2 C wat is not
my ears luv
2 hear wsprs
my hands luv
2 tak wat isnt mine
my feet luv
2 run 2 trubl
my hart luvs
2 much...
I've never been disciplined or committed enough to keep a journal, but that's a good thing, I think. I want my understanding of 'the real life' to grow, and, if I am blessed with spiritual maturity, then the way I remember things will change, also. These writings are as close to a written record as I have... and they remind me that life is a trail which can only be walked once.
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