Not of your design

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

::rewind to:: 05/27/2004 @ 09:25am - untitled #4

(02/03/2005; 10:03pm) - ::rewind to:: 05/27/2004 @ 09:25am - untitled #4

off the mountain
i walk alone these days

the mountain
the great heights of yesteryear
seem an illusion to today
leaving me to wonder if the foundation of those days
was my own hubris or my own naivte

to believe that such things
as truth
and
friendship
could last forever