Tuesday, November 17, 2009
another end of the world
where a dear friend passed away, people fell through the cracks to the abyss below of cold green. I grabbed my tsumori chisato dress, verdi and mozart scores, kitkat and dumped it all into my bag which once belonged to Mary Poppins. The buses were filled with people who behaved like automatons even in the time of crisis, and there weren't any animals around for some reason. I remember thinking that in my dream, and wondering why I would think this is Noah's Ark. Thinking of next year's duties overwhelm, so much so that old habits return marching with a cry that says I told you so.
she procrastinated @ 13:50 |
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