I've woken up a little early;
4:29 AM, a gentle rain is falling
The morning air tastes
Like memories
Bitter and metallic, I've tried to forget them
Unsuccessful in my efforts...
I decline to accept the light
Closing my eyes, I breathe within;
I am me, alone and awake
Attentive of the spasmodic tempo
That surrounds me.
Subtly Inside, I wish
For something
A little more regular
















Comments
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"Every time I turn around, I fall in love and find my heart face down, and where it lands is where it should."
-Nickelback
thanks!
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
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"Every time I turn around, I fall in love and find my heart face down, and where it lands is where it should."
-Nickelback
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