Fitful Imagination
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The lights are dim again. The music I like to play low. No need for wit tonight, just some vacuous talk would do. And yet, even that fails me. I sit still and feel my body go hollow from inside. Quietly and slowly, the storm tears everything apart.
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