Thursday, July 20, 2006
The end of it all
I tried to give some poems to a faerie with the raised eyebrows. I sent four mails after I was turned down by her. She simply said..."Please stop emailing me". There's nothing to interpret like a gypsy looking at a palm, its all smooth and void of line. We're not connected, so what am I whining about? I have the task now to keep my life going on. Sadness is a gift.
