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Ah, what time, what time!
is that the notion of time is so personal ... There have been nights when I thought, and thought, and had too much time left, and no end, and managed to sleep with thousands of unconnected ideas.
That's what I have now: disparate ideas. I think of it, in that, in whys, on why not, if ...
Anyway, congratulations if you have not yet packed with anti-depressants by my words of encouragement ... :: Roll::
Many kisses, and I hope to read more often! : ***
Friday, November 25, 2005
Tuesday, November 1, 2005
Katesplayground Archive
A story I've written ... I am ashamed of it, but ...
course, entirely fictional.
Without realizing it, I was caught in November, with those cold days and times.
These last months of my (chaotic) life, I just had passed without notice, and that worried me, because before the greatest of care devoted my time, making every second I was an eternity.
Since May was the memory of fast days, pale and empty.
I miss you. Someone to play with my hair, while entangled between his long fingers of a street musician. Someone
to go leave a mess and messy, but always returned. Someone tell me
special nonsense
course, entirely fictional.
Without realizing it, I was caught in November, with those cold days and times.
These last months of my (chaotic) life, I just had passed without notice, and that worried me, because before the greatest of care devoted my time, making every second I was an eternity.
Since May was the memory of fast days, pale and empty.
I miss you. Someone to play with my hair, while entangled between his long fingers of a street musician. Someone
to go leave a mess and messy, but always returned. Someone tell me
special nonsense
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