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Ain't no substitute for the truth, either it IS or it ISN'T:

Just like music, writing frees my soul. Look into my eyes and you see my truth in all it's purity. Read my writing and you have just looked behind these brown eyes and into my soul...

In these eyes...

In these eyes...

Sunday, March 8, 2009

This headache (being single) lol


I long for the day that...


I'm with someone who trust me, loves me without reservations, and at the end of the day will remain by my side or behind me to catch me when I fall (I'm sure to fall)...


I can come home to a home shared with the someone from above or me, myself, & I...


I can't wait to go to work, not because I want or need the pay check but simply because I love my job :)...


I go to my hometown and feel like I am at home and never want to leave...


This will be the day that my desires become my reality