[15VIII09]
bathed in a lovely languid melancholy, i teeter on the cusp of an idea. thoughts that i can see only in the periphery, and in shades of shadow grey. my moment of discovery scored by a slow and heavy funereal legato. understanding is here, in the last closing of my eyes, in the final falling into dream.
Because I have such an entertaining life and such interesting thoughts and such informed opinions. *snorts*
Saturday, August 15, 2009
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