tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18444902012-01-29T03:13:01.510-08:00Real WorldI journal my life to understand as I'm living it.anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06802740422710017191noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1844490.post-39619768268083602782007-01-25T23:58:00.000-08:002007-01-26T00:00:46.641-08:00The Anchor6pm. it's thursday eveningi spilled my mind in the darkthe sun goes downthe bus seat is warmingthe trees are deadand i am blindup the north to the airportthe highway is busy and brightfor the moment i am wishingall the matters that i could sortand i'm thinkingnow that i'm far awayi'm feeling more alonethan i ever had beforeshe's the ocean and i'm anchored innear the coast where i'm anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06802740422710017191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1844490.post-18444922001-01-03T03:46:00.000-08:002001-01-03T03:46:18.253-08:00tryanonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06802740422710017191noreply@blogger.com