tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57502729906066624202012-02-16T03:15:36.754-08:00A Passage To Indiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14791087583737158001noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750272990606662420.post-89210559355596137452009-06-09T12:54:00.000-07:002009-06-09T13:23:34.600-07:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">i am three people, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">the person i once was,<br />the person i am<br />and the person i am working hard to be.<br />sometimes they meet,<br />they revisit their story with each other. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">they cry, they laugh and at times they run and hide.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhMj2l-TFCQ/Si7CpyyzA8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ICbhyqGRXtE/s1600-h/3596985975_2881dc0379.jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345423831000613826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RhMj2l-TFCQ/Si7CpyyzA8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ICbhyqGRXtE/s400/3596985975_2881dc0379.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"> by </span><a title="Link to liivia s' photostream" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24191667@N02/"><span style="font-family:courier new;">liivia s</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">the person i once was<br />often runs back </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">closing her eyes tightly. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">the person i am finds herself standing still<br />requiring </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">more patience then she is capable of giving. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">the person i am trying hard to be well<br />i hardly see her clearly...<br />she comes and goes and often has light around her</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">so bright i look away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">i am three people<br />they share common threads </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">all so desperately trying to be heard<br />one so wanting to be forgotten...<br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750272990606662420-8921055935559613745?l=whome-couldntbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Passage To Indiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14791087583737158001noreply@blogger.com1