Monday, January 03, 2011
again,
I start, somewhere else, but it's so different this time. Before, it was with tears and longing for the forbidden, and now, this beginning is such a stark contrast, even if imbued with the same feelings of anxiety. I have a sky of pearly stars and amber streaks before me, in a haven of new-old. These stars, I never saw, but they look like those I once knew so well, much lower, colder, but I was always warm, cocooned in the tension between naivety and all-knowing. The road ahead lies far beyond, but I have come further than I thought. Save for the permanently etched woodprints, I have run out of pebbled past. A new year has arrived, again, tender is the night.
she procrastinated @ 23:51 |
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