zippyjuan
10-31-2006, 11:10 AM
The door to the odd room is always open.
Once we go in, we never know what will be waiting for us.
Things will excite us, things will bore us.
Happy things are there. Sad things are there.
Things we want to keep to ourselves, things we want to share.
It is who we are and who we want to be.
Whatever you want, it is always there.
It may or may not be what we are hoping for-
whatever lies behind that open door.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/JeffryZ/Odd_Room.jpg
Happy Haloween! The poem I just made up. The picture is originally of my brother's step daughter watching TV. She had a bit of a creepy look in the original picture anyways but I played around with more distortions.
Once we go in, we never know what will be waiting for us.
Things will excite us, things will bore us.
Happy things are there. Sad things are there.
Things we want to keep to ourselves, things we want to share.
It is who we are and who we want to be.
Whatever you want, it is always there.
It may or may not be what we are hoping for-
whatever lies behind that open door.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/JeffryZ/Odd_Room.jpg
Happy Haloween! The poem I just made up. The picture is originally of my brother's step daughter watching TV. She had a bit of a creepy look in the original picture anyways but I played around with more distortions.