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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Friday, April 11, 2003
love came
and went
the seasons changed
and i am old
somehow,
i think i lost everything
back when the trees were new
and i was too impatient to look at them
somewhere,
i got the notion that i was missing out
and then i did: because i didn't let go
of that notion
and now,
i can look forward
to the swaying of branches
outside my kitchen window
and remember the nights
of the thoughts
of remembering the times
when all was golden
the nights
where i lost everything
waiting for a dream
[a forgotten past?]
that could never come true.
1:43 AM
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