Lemons and a twig

Jul 04, 2007 20:17

... and time passed.

Days came and went and yet he never gave up.

"I know the password, goddamnit!"

When he found his way to the door, everytime he spoke the lie that now he had the key. Everytime, he was wrong, and proved a liar. He is liar, but he knew the key was in him. He tried in the summer when the moon would sweat into the lake. He tried in the fall when the squirrels danced amdist raining leaves. He tried in the winter as the snow blew into his weathered coat. He tried in the spring as the rain turned city streets in to Venitian canals.

He tried, and always failed.

Then, one day, it happened.

The password came to him, plain as day, in letters so tall and bold anyone could have seen them from any rooftop. People cheered, and beautiful women sang "Hallelujah!"

...and so it happened. He returned to LJ. Wether to stay, or just visit, he knew not. He was just happy to be back inside via the same door he created so long ago.

Shit.

That'll teach me to use over complicated passwords and multiple email addresses.

Hello my friends. I hope all are well and happy. I hope.
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