I walked out into the road, where the orange streetlight was illuminating the pavement. I didn't know where the specks of the gravelly street were leading me, but I was pretty sure it was nowhere, so instead I stood still. A cold breeze shook my frame, and I felt fragile and barren. So when I heard the car coming, maybe a quarter-mile, maybe less, I looked to the brownish specks of asphalt, barely visible in-between the regularly spaced post-lamps. They led me away from death in a Pleiadic fashion, a nebula of rebirth that I hadn't understood before. I tread my nature's grass to the door and went inside, where it was warm and sterile and bright. I felt dry and curious. I turned my eyes from people, and felt utterly deceived, so I went to bed and was inert.

01/27/2007

Posted on 01/28/2007
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