2002-09-16
3:25 p.m.
aesop
I want absolutes. I want definitives. I want morals and ends-of-stories. I want to know once and for goddam all when it is it, and why I'm so good at deciding it always is. These clouds are at my temples and not shifting, and I can't think of anything clearly. It's lack of sleep, it's late-night phonecalls that leave my heart racing. I just want to calm down, take deep breaths and laugh at myself; I just want to speed up, stop breathing, and scream. For now, rain will keep me slipping easily through the air. Smiles keep me slipping easily through conversations. (The phone will keep me moving gracelessly through the next few weeks, I'm sure, and maybe a few weeks after that.) Be here soon. (fables)
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