1999-11-12 00:00:00 - Postcard From Tom - (CIELO1@webtv.net)
As the year 2000 approaches... I'm standing at the crossroads of time. A brisk wind burns my eyes with sand as I squint out at the barren landscape. I stare for hours at the horizon but don't know what it is I hope to see. I wait for someone to help me out of this place but no one comes. The more I want to go home, the less I know where home used to be. But I still have myself. A new day is coming-- I know it is... it has to be.