it's been a rush. the unsettled slide of hope from heart to stomach. eating away the fruits flesh, leaving the core. better than leaving an apple with a bite. chomp chomp. or a soul still hungry.
it's been a deflation. a nostalgic nib of cocao. the bitter scents and secret snarls. lessening the lose/win ratios. slip slap. or accidentally pitter patter.
it's been a break. an unwinding only to wind back up. the tightness loosened and the sigh given so much slack. another life perhaps. oooo aaaaa. and the world begins again, with a twist.
Monday, December 28, 2009
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