I know you. I am part of you. Part of the wild, uninhibited culture that defines you. The culture that has no wise, but welcomes innovation. The people who shun advice, yet create their own.
Where do the young get the nerve to ignore the old? Why don’t we all just listen instead of claim to know? And yet here I am, writing to you: the spontaneous generation.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Wish
I wish I could compose a tune to match my inner storm. I wish I could combine shapes and colors to create a breathtaking fantasy. I wish I could write to make you cry.
3 comments:
I wish I could cry to make you write!
dont u wish that u can put your wish into action?
make us laugh
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