Monday, May 28, 2012


I need to know that I have a purpose. That I'm not just one in a million. A speck of sand on the beach. A drop of rain in a thunderstorm. Overlayed by dreams and thoughts not my own. Or are they? Who can tell anymore.

“We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.” – T. S. Eliot

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