Wednesday, September 20, 2006
if i could dicate what i feel, i would.
unsure. awkward. emptiness.
there seems to be a long winding endless telephone line (the spiky raw kind without rubber insulation) between me and the rest of the world.
in my mind, it travels straight down a wide dusty road lit by naked lightbulbs, it straggles along the skyline, cutting it crookedly in to half.
the wire is stretched so taut at some ends, that it looks as though it could snap if the circling black crows above it decide to land.
this thin, fragile, dangerous line carries part of my heart, soul and hope to you.
once transmitted out, it can never come back and that's probably why i hold back
for fear of losing something i haven't even truly comprehended.
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
