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Monday, Nov. 11, 2002 - silence is the loneliest thing.
3:09 pm
i
have
lost
my
voice.i dreamt last night. and i never want to dream again. stuff it, hormones. last night i was listening to some random christian radio station in my car. static-filled talk underlaid by some rock beat filtering in from another station. talking about walking in darkness. something from ephesians. and though i don't believe, it made me think it'd be a great basis for a book of my own. someday, i'll write it. maybe i'll start today.
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If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall then I think we'd see the beauty then we'd stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told between the fault lines and the soil. ~ Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges |