leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Did you miss me while I slept? *sniffing softly at the air in front of the blank white page, finding both that old book smell and fear* I'm muffled in cotton and ankle deep in the dead moths that rest like soft surrenders against my skin. I'm around. Still. I'm in. Humming while I remember or remembering while I hum...I forget which. I found sunshine in uncertain places. But uncertain is always isn't it? Control and promises my ultimate denial-ish illusions. 11:32 a.m. - August 04, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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