08 February 2008


ones follow ones. feelings i had once, a face i had forgotten. inflictions past and passed off in fictions. in which we just got on, with things, in part. apart, to play. this place. i will always burn my fingers making tea. this alteration of me. that rocking chair, a distance hard to reconcile, impossible to repair. my head held high. my firefly. ones become zeroes with a new one. unity passed over, gone. what can i say? here goes.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

explain yourself.

10 February, 2008 02:22  
Blogger nmrboy said...

i'm not often in that habit, and am not given to demands from anons. may i ask who you are that you ask?

16 February, 2008 19:11  
Blogger Louise said...

there are four years of posts here. to me it's like all of a sudden we (ridiculous internet people) have a history.

14 April, 2008 03:47  

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