Wednesday, August 05, 2009
in between, twixt.
There are so many things I want to do, to learn, to listen, to read, to love, to cry, to mend things back, to undo. Am listening to the somersaults and pyrotechnics of voices long past, are great times truly dust? There aren't voices like Sutherland or Corelli anymore. Or Leontyne Price. I will like to play again, the way I used to. Then, maybe, I can choose not to understand the world.
she procrastinated @ 21:44 |
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