I wrote it this morning...
Apr. 11th, 2003 08:13 pm*******************
Once in a lifetime, a change takes place: clichés come alive; spirits descend into cups filled with rainwater; negatives become the opposite of positive. Eyes reflecting the… moonlight? Nothing so kind as a word from the jail. Whoever went in didn’t come out. All the times I made promises, and now I can only look up and stare at my shoes’ soles. Something from the jail’s cooked fish lets me know. The bulging eyes look to the north - I follow the coastline, the seam of the ocean. I don’t know what I search for, except that I know it’s been alive before; it’s been better expressed before.
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Once in a lifetime, a change takes place: clichés come alive; spirits descend into cups filled with rainwater; negatives become the opposite of positive. Eyes reflecting the… moonlight? Nothing so kind as a word from the jail. Whoever went in didn’t come out. All the times I made promises, and now I can only look up and stare at my shoes’ soles. Something from the jail’s cooked fish lets me know. The bulging eyes look to the north - I follow the coastline, the seam of the ocean. I don’t know what I search for, except that I know it’s been alive before; it’s been better expressed before.
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