Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Alone

Alone


I feel this way every-time I start to learn about the happenings of the time I was born into pain and dispare.....loss of my bother, the violence and lack of bonding during my first six moths of life. Who knows I must be tripping again. Where is my brother? Spain, Mexico the East Coast or in the ground? My mother never knew, my father never told and here I sit getting old....

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

School again

I am in the second week of school! Getting my bearings about me! Trying not to get to ahead of myself....I see things to the end and then I can not see the middle.


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