Tuesday, June 14, 2011

July 2nd, 2006

Insomnia and nicotine describe most every night since I was eighteen.
It's three am, or past, I'm not sure. This is
the time I begin to dream and the night
expands into something of beauty. Something
more interpreted than seen. The sky
above is dark blue
blue-black
patched

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