Everyday is a Winding Road.

Most of our life is a series of images. They pass us by like towns on the highway. But sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment-every part of it- will live on forever.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Leaving in a few hours... All packed up. This time, ain't excited at all. For one reason- I know I'd have to come home. I packed all my things, and later realized I packed so much. My subconcious mind tells me I do not want to come home. Maybe I'll extend. Hopefully.

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