I stray in the quiet cold
There it was.
The final destiny.
A sunrise that never came,
still the night lamp that never faded away.
Farewell was the word,
and the afterglow was the brave morning.
Rising and telling everyone
about the beauty of its PROLOGUE.
I want to be different. I try to be different, but in my strife for individuality, I am just like everybody else.
All I can really say after that is, "I'm Katie, and I breathe air."
So, i've been trying to remember to read your blog for some time now.
As you have already guessed, i have.
Talking on the internet is like writing on a wall and going back every once in a while to read the responses.
Lame.
Anyway, i think you need to lolcat moar.
that's it
I FOUND YOU!!!
And now I'm gonna stalk you.
:D