We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
sunday
sunday morning rain is falling clouds are shrouding the sky in grey. i twisted to fit the covers. but no one stole them from me.
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