Friday, July 23, 2010

Meet Me by that Puddle of Mud

As the tears drip freely off the end of my nose, I have a sense deep down that, despite the turmoil, things will even out.
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Today is a kind day for the world. Friends leave, fireflies dye, stars fade away into the black velvety sky, the moon disappears. Autumn breathes in and exhales, giving to the cold and dying world warm colors of gold and red to make up for the lack of warmth in the air. September creeps up upon us ever faster, leading the way to a snow covered path through December and into a new year. Time is speeding up, bringing us closer to the inevitable end.

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