THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Friday. One more day. *Drags himself to the next day*
So close. Had Care Group today. o_O..."! Nel had a change of hairstyle. Quite shocked, but at least she don't look so auntie :X. I'm tired. Many of us are tired. Really thank God for Nel, who reminded us to search within. Our purpose, our purpose, our purpose. Can someone drill it into me? Deep within me. Make it not just our purpose, but
my purpose. I want to
own and
know it.
This week's been slow. Very. And I wonder why. Is it because of the UTs? Or the dental? Ah well, got to go.
Psychedelic;
10:31 AM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
