Friday, June 04, 2004

Dust

A part of my heart, tad of my countenance, something of my soul. That which is all a little of me. It precipitates the snow of time's storm, raining its passing on all I know. Books and souvenirs sit quietly collecting while I idle by. The disheveling of it my only being.


7 comments:

Anonymous said...

What inspired such reflection?

carinne said...

A very unique view on that. Well stated.

Todd Vodka (Marc) is quite a poet.

I liked it.

[carinne]

Vadergrrrl said...

Wow Todd Vodka. Your words so eloquent... Is it you or the vodka talking?

Crayon said...
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Jay said...

yeah, i read the letter, yada yada sensibilities. but i can't get past something you said earlier on. ONE HOUR AND FORTY-FIVE MINUTES?! I bow to you. You the man.

Jillian said...

Wow that was amazing. No, really!

I really like your writing. Are you a poet in your free time or something?

I also invite everyone here to come and visit my blog and review it!

Thanks!

A Day in the Life of a College Student
http://collegestudent2004.blogspot.com/

todd vodka said...

Hey Bunny and Jay, thanks for stopping by and unloading the compliments.