by Christie Mar 9, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Do not stand at my at my grave and weep, i am not there i do not sleep, i am a thousand winds that blow, i am the diamond glint in the snow, i am the sun on the ripend grain, i am the gentle autun rain. |
by sinister
this was deep. i enjoyed it. and from how i interpreate it, it all true. |