These are the thoughts of a Texas transplant in West Michigan who makes his living as a newspaper reporter by evening, and a struggling novelist by day.

Friday, February 22, 2008

maybe i'm the one who died?

but,
i still hear, see, feel, taste and smell.
i still feel.
still laugh.
still cry.
think.
breathe.
i'm still here.

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