Crossroads are hard When the time comes to move Sometimes you crash hard Trying to stop the hands of time Which way do I go? Or should I not move at all? Stay rooted in time Stuck in the moment Should I turn back? And run into the arms Of old and safe Be content and sane Crossroads are hard Lead you to the unknown Either way we trudge Is sunshine over there? The crossroads don't tell Perhaps either way Its darkness all around
It was quiet night at Circuit City down Bell Road. The cold desert breeze swept across an dark quiet parking area. In the store, I browsed...looking at things I may want, getting in touch with the world of electronics and entertainment. As a picked this DVD up, the song on air change to a song that makes me feel melancholic. Two triggers, same moment. On a cold Arizonan night.
posted by Resurrected @ 07:32
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A young man from humble beginnings trying to make sense of this mind boggling world. Sometimes a perfectionist, mostly a dreamer. But finds it easier to be practical. Despise tardiness and dishonesty. Loves a good conversation or debate.
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Going into stores on a Sunday? Not possible in Austria.
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