The house is asleep and dark except for the rims of gray shades from the moonlight, hair wind blown, with a serene expression, sublet and sad. Wearing a rugged demin with a slit on his hand carving memorys of down town.
Don't be surprised to find your not changed an iota. you hardly ever spoke
I suppose this coming into life was, in many ways, prepared for weeks, maybe even months before.There was a restlessness feeling. Out of the blue and for no apparent reason. There's nothing more frightening to be settled than to suddenly feel unsettled. I don't know when it started ... I do remember one night in particular, a little over a week before she arrived..."
It was late at night after a long day. tired -- fighting all night with the bruised thoughts I could hardly sleep more than two hours a night. I was reading some lines skimming the words, turning the pages without absorbing what I was reading. My mind was far away. And no matter how I tried, I couldn't call it back."
I seat myself in a couch flicking on a reading lamp and open a book. Flicking the ON/OFF switch as the mind wanders.
Walked through the dining room, passing a closet filled with empty dishes and broken glasses. I stop. Shoved in the corner behind is an old, un-opened bottle of Whisky aged with dust. remove up, setting atop the sink to open it. But when I catche a reflection of self in the window opposite, I stop. I see a lonely, frustrated old man in a tattered blue denim anxious to open a bottle of liquor to deflated self in the milds of the wind
There isn't a soul for miles. I turns off the porch light, with a brave and daring impulse, I stand under the naked sky. The air feels good against the body with open arms, up against the night sky and moon like a hypnic jerk
Don't be surprised to find your not changed an iota. you hardly ever spoke
I suppose this coming into life was, in many ways, prepared for weeks, maybe even months before.There was a restlessness feeling. Out of the blue and for no apparent reason. There's nothing more frightening to be settled than to suddenly feel unsettled. I don't know when it started ... I do remember one night in particular, a little over a week before she arrived..."
It was late at night after a long day. tired -- fighting all night with the bruised thoughts I could hardly sleep more than two hours a night. I was reading some lines skimming the words, turning the pages without absorbing what I was reading. My mind was far away. And no matter how I tried, I couldn't call it back."
I seat myself in a couch flicking on a reading lamp and open a book. Flicking the ON/OFF switch as the mind wanders.
Walked through the dining room, passing a closet filled with empty dishes and broken glasses. I stop. Shoved in the corner behind is an old, un-opened bottle of Whisky aged with dust. remove up, setting atop the sink to open it. But when I catche a reflection of self in the window opposite, I stop. I see a lonely, frustrated old man in a tattered blue denim anxious to open a bottle of liquor to deflated self in the milds of the wind
There isn't a soul for miles. I turns off the porch light, with a brave and daring impulse, I stand under the naked sky. The air feels good against the body with open arms, up against the night sky and moon like a hypnic jerk
shall we say...Wow!
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