break
in this brief hiatus the city feels wonderful and time feels like gold, running through my hands, and I think about all the things I have time to do, and it is like all of my pores open up and relax, they breathe and stretch, in and out, and there is the sound of a plane flying overhead, and I am here, and that is it.
posted by provolot on March 16, 2011 5:03 pm |
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