aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - one always fears. one always fears that she sees the snake in your eyes, can smell the brimstone on your breath, can already hear the howling emptiness in your chest. the hardest part is always to set it in first motion, to span the first chasm, to spark the first fire. then it's all rolling downhill - precarious heights - funeral pyre it's always her funeral. spreading seas/cold ground/ever vacuum seeking to make many-one-nothing. but ancient faith relentless faith is that maybe she won't drown won't freeze won't succumb to rarefied air and that would be something. 6:29 p.m. - 2010-11-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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