Wednesday, February 22, 2006
i watched the scorcher of a late afternoon sun as it set against the backdrop of a pale blue cloudless sky, scattering diamonds over the lake.twas a beautiful sight, sans the heat.
then i find myself like this almost every night - contemplative and alone, wondering if things could be any different.
tired, but i can't quite sleep.
a bruised knee [ my heart goes out to alan smith], and a bruised heart.
it's when we open our hearts that we often forget we can be loved or hurt, and if we want to love/be loved, hurt is inevitable.
rachel at 12:22 AM