seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- there are no coffee houses to cry in I have forgotten the name of this city, the traffic has grown so much in the past few years, the trees have been cut down, and there is so much cold concrete everywhere and yet, no sidewalks to huddle on, only gutters and alleys I go to the Waffle House a lot, early in the morning while everyone else sleeps, I order hashbrowns and pick at the burnt pieces, slide them to the side of my plate and I leave large tips, and in the car with my sister, she tells me how she dreamed the world was splitting right down the middle and we were dangling on a cliff, groping and grasping for loose rocks to stumble on and I tell her of my dream where she was married and I carried bunches of flowers that were decaying at the roots and how I watch Jude Law movies late at night and wish that I could live forever 18:07 - 09 February, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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