Dec 05, 2006 04:05
drop.
drip.
dropped the phone.
dropped the conversation.
dripping down.
down and down the air divides between to let the drop collide with a moving ground.
Hmm, musings are fun. Today I feel sad. Awoke and sleeping through the day to come to terms with shadowed memories. Since my subconscious knows me better, perhaps I shall retire to its solice. Please God let me dream of waking.