Tangled 2002-06-13 11:45 p.m.


My mind is mangled with thought, sense and sound.

My wheels have been turing for hours now and haven't stopped.

Thoughts of the future... of the things I want now... and later... about choices I've made and my confidence that I've made all the best ones.

As tangled as my mind is right now, I know, somehow I have.


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