It Would Be Wrong Calling Them Misgivings

Nov 17, 2004 23:43

I need a vacation.

This unfulfilled artistic impulse to create constantly tortures me, most prominently when it lies on the shore of a winter beach, waiting for me to return. I want to deliver a message and relay, I'll be back soon. Right now I'm trying to find a warm blanket.

Frustration completely consumed me recently. There are simply too many sources for irreparable apprehension. But perhaps this uncomfortable state will lead me to a perfect choice, one that involves abandoning the search and sitting down in solitary to weave.
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