Thursday, March 3, 2011

must we always eat our own hands?

somewhere between life and dark
unsettling in the silence
like a hiccup
clanging symbols
an air horn

days like this I don't see anything.
all I wanted was a walk in the park
all I wanted was to linger
but I didn't really want it so here I am.

It's getting dark, it looks like rain.

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