Tuesday, August 03, 2004
_communicate me_
my day each day is about communicating stuff. teachers, students, ushers, stuff. and i find that i have yet to, at the end of each day, communicate me. what i have thought about the things that happen each day - angst, joy, euphoria? or has my life simply gone past in a blur of hurried minutes? shall i try, shall i dare, shall i want to communicate me?
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