Object of my Desire

Jan 26, 2009 18:31

Funny thing.

In the dream I was falling, falling, falling, but that did not frighten me as it might most.

But now it is gone from my keeping for a time, after I've worn it and protected it and felt the weight of its significance these many months, and its lack gives me vertigo as no fall could.

dear diary

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