Wednesday, February 09, 2005

these days

it didn't seem like fifteen minutes. it seemed like one endless note that resonated through everything that fell in the path of my headlights and nothing was unraveling and i saw more and more with each turn.

that's my therapy. i don't need the hour long sessions as much as i do the drives home. because even though everything seems mixed together and messy it doesn't matter because that won't go away, there's still more than a little hope.


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