let’s play pretend.

my mind is everywhere but here, and perhaps it needs to be elsewhere. i need to express, has it been too long? this churning, boiling cauldron of ‘correctness’ can no longer hold in this surpressed being. i am free-est here, yet it is proving more every week to be insufficient. my life has become stagnant with a still layer of muk over what was once fresh and alive underneathe. i blame army, but i know all it did was to bring out long-old and hushed up music i never dared face. no matter how bearable, one never forgets the high opportunity costs.

how nice the architecture looked in the reflection of the marble table that lay beneath my sunk head.

grant me release.

autumn leaves.

and there it is –

chai.

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~ by moz on July 22, 2007.