-- bunch of grammatically challenged very short somewhat autobiographical impromptu stories that keep popping out --
you are not necessarily you, i am not necessarily i, the past is not really the past, the present is certainly not the present and the future is definitely questionable
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
little house
you like winter. you see a little warm wooden house in deserted mountains surrounded by snowy trees in your dreams. i see that dream. i see it so well. i see myself in that house. i wake up and i cry.
4 comments:
Anonymous
said...
This is so very sad And also very pretty Like a little poem
4 comments:
This is so very sad
And also very pretty
Like a little poem
That's a haiku by the way. I try.
=)
you try your haikus and i try mine :)
lol =) oops i was anonymous for some reason
haiku writers can't really be anonymous;)
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