Sunshine

06May06

Even the darkest clouds don’t stop sunrays from peeking through gaps. you make me happy, when skies are gray. thank you, fudge. for being there when i need you. you redefine the word friend.

The time has come, the walrus said,
To talk of many things
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax
And cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings

Over a hundred messages this week. Most of them were to the same person. Few of them made sense. Am I an obsessive/compulsive type of guy? I think yes. Soulmates think not. Whatever. Its fun to let go and act like an immature jerk sometimes. Times, they are a-changing. I sense good days ahead. Maybe, for once, I’ll be right.

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