Friday, May 9, 2008

I Emerge

Gasping from the fog of discontent. Blinking madly at daylight and cocking my head to listen to the sounds of laughter and early summer. With shaky legs that quake and lament their strength. Fingertips to elbows covered in blue ink, mouth bitten and gaping. Drowsy eyes. It's over. It's all over.

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