Wednesday, March 22, 2006


Sometimes I look back on previous versions of myself and pity those who knew them.

Most times while looking at current ones I wish I could see them from the outside.

Oftentimes I just wish there were a better word for sorry. One slightly more poignant, a little heavier on the tongue, a little less emptied out of meaning.

1 comment:

Benjamin said...

Well, I do deserve your arm and all.