Monday, August 17, 2009
Waking up
I open my eyes and allow my mind to fill with the softness and harshness of all that there is capturing the beauty of the simplest things... so easily, so simply as if all I had to do to see their shine were to breathe deeply, and become them one by one. The fact that I don't know exactly where I am or why this intense pain stabs my back everytime I move, seems somehow to be irrelevant, it gets lost in the chemical euphoria of the morphine drip and as I watch the rain through the crying glass of...
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