Hmm....I haven' been to Gaia in a while....this is new. Oh well, I'll try it. I don't really want to say anything right now. But, I'll leave a poem. How's that for a compromise?
Drifting leaves & bitter winds
I step into the maze
Through the corn I wind my path
following its ways
I meet up with some friends of mine
And laugh a time or two
Secrets are told and trust is found
I learned something new
We find our way out of that place
And say we'll meet again
We all go our seperate ways
Until the now is then
Okay...so it's kinda crappy. But I just made it up & I said I really didn't want to say anything, lol. So live with it!
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Drifting Chaos
This is my realm. The realm of shadows & grays, of poems and songs. It is a realm full of chaos & confusion, as well as a spice of understanding. Also, this is a realm made up of words.....
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