Friday 1/26/2007 12:33:00 AM

It was quiet.

Yawning walls. Shadows pantomiming broken songs. As I teetered on the edge of the chair. Trusting only my fingers to steady me. Frail branches to support my weight. As the leaves drop off.

It was quiet.

As quiet as a blizzard. The soft shoe dance of snowflakes on the pavement. As quiet as a dial tone. Or the croak of an answering machine. When there is no cure for insomnia. When I've frittered through all the ghosts of that fairy tale and still don't know if the world would be different wihtout me.

It was quiet.

Like It's always been.

Anonymous said...

Good one. I can relate.

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