Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Hello. Fog has settled in. There's too much...or not enough...dancing through the brain. Nothing seems to fit. The fingers won't listen. Sleep won't let go, but the brain won't sleep. The day of the week slips from memory. Some things feel like a worn out pair of shoes, comfortable, yet they make you ache. You have to look for the freshness in the sameness.

Peace

1 Comments:

Blogger Chris the Hippie said...

Poetic!

Sat Nov 08, 10:26:00 AM

 

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