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.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
that the night of would never end. that the night could be dredged out at will, with every memory as clear and distinct as it had been the day after. that drudgery would not erase what we had.
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