12 September 2011
An ensemble of familiar and forgotten faces. Swaying through halls with bare backs.
Endless car rides. Who knew that such things can be so kind to the heart?
The tides kissed my ears with their fall, and my camera lens in no longer in danger of water.
What does a white winter feel like?
I'll continue drawing contours with my micron pen till all is clear. Unlike this post that is all over the place like my thoughts.
I'm falling into deep sleep now without warning signs; lucid dreaming tonight.
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