I’ve been tossing and turning for 8 nights straight. There’s something in the peripheral of my mind that I can’t quite convince to materialize…some memory…some taste of the past…I’ve been pretending not to be watching it in hopes it’ll step out of the shadows…but it just glides seamlessly around the edges…old songs on the radio just flare up that itch. Why are we born into a web of logic that doesn’t allow us to see our accumulated pasts? I bet it’s something simple, like the abrupt smell of an infant morning in some distant life when I woke up to find that for a one ephemeral second, everything suddenly made sense.

December 21st, 2005 | Comments Off on

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