in between time
Does you head ever get so heavy with images that it
sinks into your pillow, as you stare sideways into the
sky, the richest blue ... clouds scattered with the crying
orange reflected from a sun ready to leave. It's when
you see that your life is nothingness, waiting, lonely,
until something happens that will happen in an
indeterminable time. I wish that future time would
condense and squash, accordian-like, into tomorrow.
I can settle for tomorrow. I can wait for tomorrow.
I can't wait any more.
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Very well put, I have to admit. Judging from your recent entries, you seem to be in a quite reflective yet happy mood lately. Keep that vibe, I'd say! ;-)
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