Monday, November 17, 2008
I wish I knew.
S itting by the long bay window that you built for me, smoking a cigarette, I look out to the garden through the colored glass. and see out there your pensive silhouette against the light of a sky that does not smile, framed by the shinning drops of dew sleeping on the grass. Its a magical sight, and you are so still, like a Greek statue frozen in time... I wish I knew what you think, what goes through your mind when you stand so quiet, and look so far. Are you scared? Are you mad? Do you know...
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