I walk through a maze of doors; I don't know where they all lead.
Some shut when I wander through them, some I enter by accident.
I discover some places I go are filled only with doors.
Raymond
1:33am friday, 11th january
Where does this path lead?
Which way should I go?
Questions without answers;
deciding for me.
Searching for a way to go;
without looking for a exit.
New people; new places;
old friends;familar faces.
The paths we choose;
makes the lives we lead.
LG
9:34am friday, 11th january
haven't stopped in for quite some time. But its nice to see so many new readers finding their own words to express themselves. At times I feel like sharing, but these entries touch home.
Raymond