...That day... |
...I met her on the bus. I had seen her before, but today things seemed differently. I approached her without concern. I sat next to her and began to introduce myself. I told her my name and then I wh...
Posted by Mr. Montilla on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 10:01:00 PST |
...Life... |
...It is the birth of knowledge, power, and the answers to the questions that arise. The object of my affection. The reason I am. It was this morning that it all became lucid. Awakening...
Posted by Mr. Montilla on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 07:35:00 PST |
...Her... |
&She is poison. It is her that makes every man change who they are, brining them to their knees at the slightest glance at her. She is aware. She uses it to her advantage every chance she gets, but so...
Posted by Mr. Montilla on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 12:51:00 PST |
...I am... |
...If I tried to explain my self to you, would you listen? Would you listen with your ears or would you listen with your heart. I prefer to talk with the heart. Complicated issues seem to arise a...
Posted by Mr. Montilla on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 11:04:00 PST |
