objects

So i was going to write this slightly sappy and crazy post about objects losing the power that you gave to them along time ago.

Like how there was this book that at one point in my life I literately attributed to saving my life...and how i pick it up last night and was saddened to find that I could never read it in the same light again, that the magic and power i had placed on it was gone.

It reminded me of this old poem by I think keats or yates about how nothing can be seen for the first time again...you can never really go home again....

some crazy lame shite like that and then i found this in my search

DONALD RUMSFELD's Poetry!!!!

my life is now complete