Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Even In Your Lightest Day.

Tuesday night.

Get an old mirror back from the place I've left behind, get drunk and get to bed on time to wake up for work tomorrow morning.

And stare at myself in the old mirror, shrunken and sunken and older and as confused as ever. And listen.

Everything you are you have come so far, but did you bury your needs?
And you aren't that young.

Thanks, Darker My Love. I really needed that right now. Ugh.

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