Monday, October 17, 2005
Right now
A weekend of languor never fails to recompense for a week of toil. But languor also bring thoughts, rushing through the head like a herd of stampeding bisons. Memory, touch, taste, something precious shattered to smithereens, blood, fear, something trampled upon, crumbled to dust. The past is sad, the future scary. Right now is blessed.
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