This is a log of my endevor to live the single life, and be happy doing it. I will no longer try to force love in to my life. If love finds me, then I will not turn it away, untill then, may happy days fill my sails with wind.


Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Heavy eyes

My head hangs on a hinge.
My eyes droop,
blood slows.
The heat brings on a sticky sweat.
Hunger craves
yet over full.
Visions of sleep
run in my head.

posted by Peace-Keeper at 10:09 AM

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