#28: Contradictions, maybe. Or were these parts of life?
May 14, 2006

"I've got so much that I can't get out. Not that I don't know where to put it, nay. 'Tis just that I don't know how to."

Funny how people can get so troubled and held down with the words: "How", and "Why". And "What".

Or maybe "Where", too.

I see a lady walking down the road. The wind was making her knee-long skirt dance with agony. I couldn't see her face far from here.

Then I realized, I couldn't see anything.

Aye.

1:08 p.m.

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