seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- little phantoms everywhere The interior of the car is smokey as usual; as thick as words that stay inside your mouth when it is too early for conversation and the real reasons are too premature, too unkempt to let go. When we would stumble into each other, knocking ourselves against doorjambs, against window panes and loose steps, we never questioned the lonely streetlamps, the streetcleaners, the person who is paid to ride his lawnmower to kill wildflowers growing on medians. Everything just was.
12:06 - 04 July, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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