the excitement of being amazed has subsided, and there is a pink rose dying in my living room. i sit in my bedroom and move from one project to the next, hoping to find one that speaks to the spark.
the caffeine isn't working.
i stare at my ennui, listening to a girl sing about an "impossible girl."
i know how she feels.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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