Monday, January 8, 2007
Guess what? You crossed my mind less than the usual 15 times. Today it was just 7 or 8, I lost count somewhere along Germanium and creating crossword puzzles. Maybe someday you'll assume the form of sunshine, as constant as the routine of life. Good thing, I never cared too much for the sun. Give me snow, give me rain, give me autumn and its shower of leaves. Summers are best left in the past, joining obscure memories in their graves.