aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Emily's voice is a wild whisper, all exhilaration and half-hearted concern. "God, Vinnie, what are we doing?" I call on every bit of calm and wisdom I don't have, least of all in this moment. "Being here." Somehow, I'm right again. It's a night of being right, of unexpected impossibilities, of lost time. We fall back into the dream, into being there. As the sky shifts from serene cornflower to a content muted dawn, I realize that I will ignore my fake sage advice of mindfulness and presence; I will be there for a very long time. 6:49 p.m. - 2014-04-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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