lost in transition

this is a way of forcing myself to be open about where i'm at while giving myself a forum for writing that isn't a pen and pencil journal for myself. i've always been best able to express myself in writing..so i guess this is a little bit of me

Thursday, 30 August 2012

Perspective

I cried because I had no shoes, until I saw a man who had no feet.
                                                                                                           - Anonymous



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