Not of your design

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

what a night

(07/27/2003; 02:28am) - what a night

on the shorter ride home
sandwiched between doubt
i know fear.
of the present
of the past
of what is yet to come.
and knowing it is a weight
i will force myself to embrace,
though now not my own
i run away.