A Single Day.
If I had but a single day, Where would I go? What would I say? How would I choose my time to spend? What would I do before day’s end. If I only had one day?
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
thoughts
i’m here.
I'm here. I realize these moments won't always be here. I know that you won't always need me---or want me. I know that these are times that will only happen once and never happen again.
frustration
I am facing a frustration like no other. Whenever I have a thought that I want to pursue and write about, if I don't write about it at that exact moment, I basically lose the passion behind the thought and I can't pick it up later to complete it. I currently have ten drafts sitting in my WordPress of half complete thoughts.
