aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - even these are tired words, tired thoughts - blinking ascii echoes from one more night when i approach this empty box with too little to say. there have been no rumbling epiphanies, no moonlit kisses, no gasping dreams. but there's a realization, even in the vacuum - i don't need twists or landmarks. i can rattle my bones aimless over the town, steal the sun, and fiddle all the while 3:01 a.m. - 2012-05-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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