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Thursday, September 16, 2004
 
Some of the world is sleeping now.
Mostly quiet save for the lull of fans to chase off the heat.

Here it does not cool naturally when the seasons calls.

Recently I’ve tried to make amends with the things that have passed so long ago.

My dreams tell me how terribly unsuccessful I have been.

They never make sense, and when retold often seem stupid and humorous.
They’re encrypted and short.

But the thing that seems to adhere to my mind the most…

Are these intense emotions and feelings.

Regret or sadness.
Release…

An ivory ring of an angel with a single wing.

What do these things mean?

Sleep makes me nervous.

Uncertain if I will dream well, or be reduced to waking up calling out.

Perhaps I will have the time to find out.
Maybe things will come to their close.

I hope to understand.








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