Whizzing paper airplanes

Nov 04, 2003 23:09

Turn on the kettle. It's going to be a long evening.
Karma hits twicefold tonight and I suspect tomorrow will provide no break. The illness causes a standstill in life as it passes through one to the next. Creating distances from ourselves, a new state of mind will egress. Unaware of all but a human ambience and a distant tremble.
Left now is waiting and wondering, conjecture all negative aspects. I couldn't possibly cry over it if driven by force. It leaves just enough of a wound to catechize my value. The last words upon abandon continue to dredge into my cognizance. I'd ask you to do the same, although there may be the problem's dawning.
All of it deservingly so, I take in. I try as hard as I think I can, but the development is made difficult when surrounded by negativity. I may have already lost the most important race. Care for a re-match?
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