the things I should have said
everybody dies alone
Monday, June 21, 2010
the nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least i can dream
Time passes.
Even when it seems
impossible
.
Even when each tick of the second hand
aches
like the
pulse of blood
behind a bruise.
It passes
unevenly
, in
strange lurches
&
& dragging lulls,
but pass it does.
Even for me.
- new moon
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