dominicanMike

An eclectic touch Thats what I wished and dreamed. draw, play sports, read Comics, novels, news. T.V., radio, talking. an eclectic touch http://thesaurus.reference.com/cite.html?qh=eclectic&ia=lexrog

I write this for me. But of course... I did  have a poem, it is gone. it is used. I write so I can see. No Remorse. I could have a song, toke from the bong. it wouldnt help. I think of the past. What i have in my head i think of the last time The last thing we said... So I write this for me. But of coarse. What a day-what a life. fast crazy slow energy. Today my Grandma died. She isnt like MY grandma, but the love was there, and so I called her such. It brings back time when MY grandpa died. Were there regrets? Not now, hopefully not when I see him again ;) I have been wrapped in my work. been here so long. I needed my diviation

U can tell by the way I am feeling to what Ive placed in my favorites box. Horney last night, distant another, happy, energetic, fast...its all there. its like looking at a friggen picture and not being able to hide. the lens capture every detail, each bit of light and darkness, every hair and leaf. Dont judge me. Its a reflection of yourself.