aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - i adore how the night sets tongues tripping freely. maybe we want to exploit the last bits of freedom before the daily slate-cleaning of sleep, or maybe we foresee the stoicism that has to come with a new morning's industrious promise. whatever the case, i adore it: midnight's down back-lit above, waking life's flotsam below, dreaming air all about, and all the world's words flowing without bounds. 3:55 a.m. - 2011-08-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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