01.11.2003 7:30 am
ent shadow

mmmm, mmmm, mmm i can't believe the news today i can't close my eyes and make it go away how long, how long must we sing this song, how long, how loo-ee--oo-ee-oo-ee-oong?

once upon a time i had purpose and a life and now it all seems out of control, missed deadlines and missed chances and missed loves. the early morning sun casts a shadow of the giant oak across the alcove of the dorm, barren winter branches bend according to nature and to the facets of the building, angular as a hand, the look of long fingers blending into the thought of thick, protruding veins, like the oak's strength, like james' big dark-ish hands, with veins like a silver coil necklace, draped across the tendons, veins and tendons and freckles and... knuckles, a bit darker than the rest, skin wrinkled in that way that only knuckle-skin wrinkles, like snowflakes or broken glass or fractals.

i am still in love, and there are no answers.

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