Monday, July 02, 2007

Odd how our feelings flip, and suddenly you're bored with something amazing, or serious and heavy when things were just so sugary and light. It'll feel like winter, but not in a bad way. Silence sounds nice. Sometimes I like having the windows open because I like the air, sometimes I like being closed in the room. Amazing but without doubt that this string of moods coheres into a self.

A night to read poems and be alone.

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