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, September 08, 2005
and the phone line.
There are silences, and many unsaid words expand and fill up the silence along the telephone lines, signifying how much there is to say till there is no way to begin, and in this way, time snowballs and elapses.
1 comment:
hello dear.. =) thanks for everything! u must take care too k? i'll link u up! =D
-jac (:
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