Wednesday, September 17, 2008
No time, no time
School has started. It is like a locomotive headed downhill on an icy slope unable to stop. It will go and go and go until it crashes. This may happen come Christmas and then I will breathe. As it is now, it is past the time that I should be up for one who awakes before dawn. But I can't help but love the night...I am an owl disguised as a lark.