These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


How could it be
That one could feel so free
Even among nth-grade chips
And spare parts of almost junkyard quality

Believe in creativity.
There’s vision still
If you will,
And wills still make things happen.
They always do.
Know that there’s no limitation
When you believe in you!

13th January 2005
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