Date: 12-8-2008
Brooke's p.o.v
Echoes of what could've should've would've been, a pipe dream.
Birth and death cross paths in this parallel universe.
Home is wherever I know love and can rest in peace.
The essence of hope is praying for the best outcome.
Worth more than gold, success is a God-given gift.
Hallelujah, an overflowing sea of blessings.
One last hurrah, a yearly celebration, past old indulgences.
Lighthearted, I embrace life wholeheartedly. Like
a newborn baby, matters of the real world demand my
attention soon afterwards. I transform into a bookworm
once again and try to forget about yesterday.