Friday, March 6, 2009

See if You Like this

Alarms. Ringing.

Sun. Rising.

Cars. Honking.

The world is starting to summon me.

Snooze. Snoozing.

Blankets. Slipping.

Dreams. Forgetting.

Weren’t dreams supposed to set us free?

Work. Reports.

Classes. Homework

Readings. Exams.

Tina Dico song playing on the radio, 105.9 – B:

I’m going to close my eyes, and count to ten.

And when I open them, again, everything will make sense to me then.

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