Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Winter is still a couple of months away, but it seems to have arrived early in my heart.
Unmotivated, unloving, undesirable, un-teachable, unapproachable poor soul I have become.
May the beauty of the winter snow cover the ugliness I feel until I find a fire that is warm enough to warm my soul again and bring it back to life.
Unmotivated, unloving, undesirable, un-teachable, unapproachable poor soul I have become.
May the beauty of the winter snow cover the ugliness I feel until I find a fire that is warm enough to warm my soul again and bring it back to life.
