Sickness returns. Classic film unbalances.
Life enduringly pushes hard. Small needs
go unanswered. And then the blackness rushes
in; crushing; rational, yet so unsound.
Struggling for connection only to be
denied. Definition finally learnt.
State of grace; clarity attained. Too
late.
Too Late
September 21st, 2008 · No Comments
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