and yet the nightmares come like clockwork, like nothing changed, like clockwork, i wake up on the verge of screaming. shadows lurking never truly leave just go away when the light is on....

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Written on 2012-03-15 at 08:41

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I think I have made too much of "Sunshine," perhaps to ease the Weight of Being. I think I have seen a child instead of a woman. No longer, these are not the words of a child. I think my idea of coffee and conversation has taken a turn to the substantial, and facile words are in the past.

Maybe it's the change of photographs. A child no more.


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