Wednesday, August 27, 2008,9:45 PM
Your words pass through me like the tremors that sail over the strings of the harp, once a chord has been struck.

The black clouds depart to a blacker night
With sprays of light and spills of black
And while lonesome fancies slowly pervade,
Keeper of the Dark, your moon fades.
 
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008,11:59 PM
I think I may have been the first grown man in the world to fall truly, passionately, sexually, romantically and sentimentally in love. I practically invented it.
- God Knows, Joseph Heller.
 
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Monday, August 11, 2008,5:57 PM
The rain outside my window, rushing past like white noise.
In another life, would've pattered softly.

Ashes scattered mindlessly over a bronze terrain.
In another life, would've patterned intricately.

The brown of the leaf, fluttering wildly in the tempest.
In another life, would've whispered itself anew.

In another life, I would..


Fade into you,
Strange, you never knew.
 
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Saturday, August 02, 2008,2:25 AM
Always the euphoria.
And always the hurtling back.

Spiralling.

 
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,1:53 AM

"When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
Then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink."
~ John Keats.


Who were all these strange ghosts rooted to the silly little adventure of earth with me?
And who was I?
 
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