It started when I realized the moon was not a painting and as the night grew deeper my thoughts came more elegantly, drawing from me deeper and deeper levels of self-awareness. Alas! they are gone. Had I been able to capture them, they would have lived like fireflies, which I could have summoned to outline the faces of those around me or where I was treading, for they dissipated the shadows that obscure myself from me. But on my return to the mechanical light of my room, those thoughts began to flee, leaving only the inane matter of daily life.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Elegy For Lost Thoughts
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What happened to not waiting til the last minute to write? haha but I unfortunately did it, too.
ReplyDeleteI really like the first line in this one.