Sunday, 11 January 2004

"Confession Of A Secret Night Owl"
Where was I when the majority voted the night weaker than the day? WHAT right does the day have to claim superiority over the beautiful, dark, sacred night?! Night is the 'real world' in such a different, special way.

Uhh. *sighs* I just get inflamed sometimes. That poem rocks. It says it all. ('All' of the momentary, yet eternal feelings that are bubbling upward in me.)


~ posted by Anna @ 9:11 PM
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