2003-11-11
I am......
I am Timm's ever swelling cell of jealousy.I am his lingering thread of dreams,worn thinner every day.
I am nostalgia raped by never ending truth and reality.
I am the indecisive voice which tells you to go forward,but don't forget,or maybe stay awhile longer?,
Why am I here,ignorance?
A genetic default in the brain I'm assuming.
I am tired.
1:00 p.m. 
by Timm Jumper
