Uncertain…

Uncertain paths with many shadows over what a thought of happiness could be. Or even how far away it could be.

What havoc the mind is, to the free-willed soul of this creature… This man… This confused rain of knowledge and emotions. To sit and taunt your thoughts with a smile…

I smile at my words.

11-27-1998

TL Stafford

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