Trailings of Golden Glory

Feb 23, 2006 22:56

Sitting here, staring at my blurred-doubled reflection on the window - light flared and foreshadowed - feeling as if I've lost myself to some degradation of self and finding only cold blackness separated by an inch of synthesized silicon dioxide polymer-touched machination, I realize that it's not so bad. There's a light on in the house far away - like a star.... It seems appropriate to say I love you.
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