Saturday, May 04, 2002

nightmares are birds that fly in the dark. no destinations, no reasons. just the silver of the dark and the hush of silence whispering to each other. the clouds that hide the moon are not trying to tell you anything. they are only dancing to the tune they hear. if the music you hear is making you sick, it is only because you are too tired to dance.slcw

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