Secret Pop

Feb 14, 2005


I can't quite put my finger on anything at the moment. Poor aim. Poor depth perception. Blurred vision. Flagging stamina. The days were long. The secrets were easier to tell than to keep. The rain was thin but misty. The sort of rain that falls...up. Hairspray was useless to me. The moon is a sliver. Like a fingernail clipping. The skies are dark. My shoes are wet. But I haven't been wearing them.

I bought some extra time. And that is currency well spent.

I smile more often than I need to.

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