and the truth is.

I haven't slowed down and think about it because I actually have no idea what I want and I'm afraid that I'll walk away with empty hands.

[my hands are already empty, have been empty. And sometimes I pick up sand and let it slip between my fingers just to remember what it feels like to hold something].

but do we ever really know what we want most of the time?

Posted on January 31, 2010 and filed under writing-.