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Thursday, July 5, 2007
I can't believe I'm using this again, but hell, right: Stop all the world now. I'm listening for slightest movement of the bell, the silent gush of hardened and whiplashing winds, and the loss of intensity in every movement of the field. Shhh, the world went, and my eyes traveled slowly, tracing the tips of the growing grass, browsing here and there, and everytime, it whispered sweet, sweet nothings in my ear, as if to divert my mind from something else. I'm that boy on top of the car roof, waiting for it to leave, but it never quite did. Too much time in my hands, I guess.
Steps taken, I couldn't count them well. But I did count the number of falling white things from the different spots in the field. The indifferent winds blew, the white things danced in fervent medley, and they fall off like little snowflakes in the summer-rainy season. Today, there were 17. They smiled at me, and I picked them up, and mushed them together in my hands. As what was, they will probably become again.
How can we say goodbye, when we never even met?
Strike hard and fast, then unplug it.
smiled at the sun again @ 10:47 PM,
