Sunday, November 30, 2008
Who put that rainbow there?
A s the rain pounds on my window, many small puddles start to form, and as the sound of the storm rides on the wind that blows, drops make ripples in their centers, ever growing circles of energy, that come from nowhere and go no place, little circles that become larger, then disappear without a trace, They disappear in the nothingness where things that are gone, go, that mystical, intangible wholeness that is everything being not, much like what we once wanted so much, that it took away our...
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