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.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
blasting "boulevard of broken dreams" as we walk out from the air conditioned room out to the hot asphalt. taking a look around from a bird's eye aerial view and feeling that heady rush of joy of being alive and being able to share in that moment.
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