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3:30am and I am yet awake.
Awake, and with a purpose - didactic, no - that is interesting only to that part of myself that clambers idly on into the darker parts of the gray area lurking between Wednesday and Thursday.
Why do people crave each other, and better yet, why is it that only some will do?
Why is it that the quality of silence is as unstrained as Portia's mercy
only with you. And furthermore, why must I talk about you to others;you and yours - and ours, too - fill my mouth at every turn, almost without having passed through my mind first.
There are these balances in and of life that are being mentioned all the time:
Friends and Love:
Work and Play:
They were bothering me. . .
Awake, and with a purpose - didactic, no - that is interesting only to that part of myself that clambers idly on into the darker parts of the gray area lurking between Wednesday and Thursday.
Why do people crave each other, and better yet, why is it that only some will do?
Why is it that the quality of silence is as unstrained as Portia's mercy
only with you. And furthermore, why must I talk about you to others;you and yours - and ours, too - fill my mouth at every turn, almost without having passed through my mind first.
There are these balances in and of life that are being mentioned all the time:
Friends and Love:
Work and Play:
They were bothering me. . .