the orange sky raged last night, the thunder in rolling waves of cracking gongs and booms, soundscaping the silhouettes behind pouring rain. woken up by a fallen crack and a full bladder, the first instinct was to sit by the window and watch nature's majesty and strength from a safe shelter, feeling the cool air and breeze through the grills. afraid of waking up the unconscious - and therefore ensuring no sleep after - i shut off this instinct and shuffled back to bed.
what for?
it's a hard balance to find, pragmatism and heart. i've yet to fuse both together well.
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012
sleepy hollow
Posted by tweedlingdum at 10:52
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