Not of your design

i don't think like you
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world

stuck between the pages in the journal

(05/21/2003; 02:33am) - stuck between the pages in the journal

each night, in the shadow time, when i lay resigned to sleep but before the darkness engulfs me i always ask myself two questions.

am i alone?
am i not alone?

strangely enough, the answer to both is always yes.