Worn through bits of sky
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wolven7Corvus Corax - [In Benedictus Virgine]--- Walking home from walking someone to the bus stop, looking at the sky, and the clouds. (OhGr - [Lusid]). Realising that, in that light, the sky looks like a sheet. An old comfortable sheet, with patches worn through. Not too soft, and not Too stiff. The worn through bits are the clusters of stars, that you can just Barely see. Light pollution, the moon, blocking as they do.. the dimmer lights. A beautiful scene.
Walking completely in silence, staring up at the sky, occassionally wondering about getting hit by cars. The shadows the moon threw, and the sound of boots, on the pavement, and the scrapeswish of leather, cloth, and fabric on denim. (QNTAL - [Ad Mortem Festinamus]). Completion of a segment. One tiny little fractal bit of life. Knoweldge wrapped up, there. Knowing that, as soon as you get back "Home," there are people there with whom you can interact. The walk back, itself, and the coldwarm wind, like it can't decide if it wants to be summer or fall. Trying to ride the line, on both.
Harsh car lights, remembering that other people exist, and that the sky isn't all there is. Crossing the Street, and then up the steep steep drive way, and into the house.
Little fragments of my days that make impressions.
Walking completely in silence, staring up at the sky, occassionally wondering about getting hit by cars. The shadows the moon threw, and the sound of boots, on the pavement, and the scrapeswish of leather, cloth, and fabric on denim. (QNTAL - [Ad Mortem Festinamus]). Completion of a segment. One tiny little fractal bit of life. Knoweldge wrapped up, there. Knowing that, as soon as you get back "Home," there are people there with whom you can interact. The walk back, itself, and the coldwarm wind, like it can't decide if it wants to be summer or fall. Trying to ride the line, on both.
Harsh car lights, remembering that other people exist, and that the sky isn't all there is. Crossing the Street, and then up the steep steep drive way, and into the house.
Little fragments of my days that make impressions.
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Date: 2003-11-03 11:32 pm (UTC)I will not come back. But I do not die. I will never Die.
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Date: 2003-11-04 06:36 am (UTC)-The Devin
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