On these deep,
rainy afternoons, with each drop sliding so slowly down the windowpanes,
moments seem to stretch until they're painful.
Alone in a bare white room,
I cannot help but let my mind wander,
trying to fill these hours of longing and vile emptiness with a bittersweet oblivion
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
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