Memoirs · of · a · Maryam

This is my first post, but it will undoubtedly bore the two or three people who even bother to read it. I'm incredibly tired - as always - but I can't sleep. It's Friday night and I should be doing something fun, but I'm lying here vacillating between reading or watching 24 (thanks, Lauren!). I dunno what I'll decide, but I've bored you enough. I'll leave you with a poem I wrote in a moment of hope and despair (they're not as mutually exclusive as one might think).

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Life's grim road can grow cold
'fore a wing's sent to touch us.
But you must walk in the rain
to know the rainbow is precious.

- MFM