seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a small understanding of life the smell of wooden floors, comfort, and the trees that seem to bloom in autumn but are only dying, a sunburst of orange lit against a backdrop of buildings, tired to the knees, my arms came unhinged as shopping bags, crumpled and decrepit on the sidewalk, rotated in the air and fell back to earth in long sighs. there are only thousands of letters left to write, and i am too impatient for sleep and too afraid of the dark to try. 16:15 - 07 December, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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