a dream stained by the strains of the (k)not i've tied myself into. in the dream we kept getting closer and closer to a moment that never even existed when we lived crosstown and wanting.
i woke just this side of safety, but this is beside the point.
the point is:
i've been asking each night for a dream to wipe clear this ambiguity.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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