Friday, July 28, 2006
coming back to an empty house.
like an alien. like life's been thrown out of whack. why are the lines so distinct - have i so defined them, or is there no other way? i put the music on, even stray voices comfort more than this quiet. are we aching to get out or back in? it's too quiet and consequently too noisy, for loss is gain. why am i only learning this now? bremen - how i wish i had been there too.evelyn at 3:31 AM
