it seems most of what i have become and what i feel and do has been influenced by high fidelity from an early age without anyone realizing it.

the sun disappeared long ago, but it still lingers in the sky, only a hint of yellow and orange now from behind the houses. and it would be so nice if i had something other than the darkness to remember this day by. though, the memory will fade soon enough, just like the memory of the sun ever being in the sky today at all- that bit of color left.

each of these words are so lonely, each trying to belong to one sentence. the nights arn't as cold that way.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
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2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
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long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30