Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Sitting in the quiet peace of a noisy pastime.
Scrawling away at pages and pages left to do.
And smiling.
And the music is love.
And it is all you need.
A familiar melody calling you back to a familiar time.
Where there was beauty
In the familiar faces.
To a place where life was more right than wrong.
Just a note. Just a word.
That one song.

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