Monday, January 08, 2007
life is like grapefruit juice
it rained for twelve hours straight, the wind walked by cold. soon the sun came out and found me a little bit of the year before the last.
i sat on a green carpet one day and wrote. the month of july when the air was warm and humid, i wrote - i never followed through. a year and a half later, they are people in the city rushing, filling empty spaces that they see ahead of them and forget about the emptiness behind until they start over the next day.
where are the promises you made to yourself? i suppose i'm better off not following through.
i wear socks before going to bed and they keep my feet warm. in the morning its a fuzzy feeling.
but life is like grapefruit juice - lemony pink and bitter.
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grapefruit juice = subjective matter