Sunday, May 3, 2009
Good night
Its late. The day is done and there were many things I got to do one of them being not thinking of you. I feel dreams knocking at the back door of my brain and I feel tired, spent, but not in pain... with an almost pleasant numbness in my head... and yes, there are traces of you still in there, but to a peaceful, restful night they are no threat for they are just like the tracks of a long departed jet plane across a blue sky, just lingering there, empty, floating in the air, awaiting the wind of...
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