Sunday, September 20, 2009

hum

It feels like the first real gloomy day here. Faces and voices and footsteps are taken indoors at least compared to the regular hustle and bustle.
Forest green is the color outside the window from the 6th floor of the library. Green and rust with transparent white overtone.And now I'm behind a black gate in a gravel alley underneath 4 large pipes with an umbrella lounging over me.
The wind is taunting, traces of warmth and hints of cold. Not even it is sure of what it feels.


So, lines or a ring? I'm not sure.
5 circles, or 5 fingertips? I'm not sure.
Don't know what to believe, don't know what is important, good, bad, right, wrong, love. What a state
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  1. SammySeptember 20, 2009 at 7:14 PM

    ar-teest

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  2. SammySeptember 20, 2009 at 7:14 PM

    woah- i wrote in my diary today that it was the first gloomy day here. i can't remember if it was before or after i read this entry.

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