Nostalgia is felt by those who dream longingly of times when they were not fully awake.
No one who seizes and swallows every harbinger of life ever looks back with anything but fondness and approval--and that for but a moment before they keep on.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Night Drive
When all I ever had was right before me then:
A faint flourescent line and a monotonous warning refraction
A weight was contained in a pale beam's divorce
And lifetimes passed by as I waited to die.
A faint flourescent line and a monotonous warning refraction
A weight was contained in a pale beam's divorce
And lifetimes passed by as I waited to die.
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