Deconstructed
What does it look like?
Parts scattered on the road
ballads
hopes
choices
warm fuzzy feelings
I lost my dreams on the journey here
What does love look like?
deconstructed of the word - pieces of me everywhere
I dunno. I was thinking about something along these lines as I was watching curling tonight but I didn't have my computer with me. I guess I was unable to retain the heart of the idea. Oh well. Ideas are fleeting I guess. Peace out.
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