Monday, December 13, 2010

good night, sydney.

sometimes I go whole days listening bored, half sleep, I won't say anything that's worth a thing to me, one day, suddenly, time took a turn that once felt so brief, I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly, what begins as an unguarded train of thoughts slowly can become an addiction to the slumber of disconnection and the resonance of memory that no longer has a shape but keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day. Be aware, my darling these things I say I mean are just traces of something I long to feel again I see our time expand in the air almost forcibly,spreading thinner till it dissolves completely -seven of school bells

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