cistern

on long car rides, by myself at night
i am sorrounded by the sounds of the world
and sometimes, if i turn my music down enough, i can hear that everywhere
people are happy and sad and
falling in love and losing faith
and growing up and getting old.

if it's not for this then, what the fuck, right?

2004-06-23 | 1:32 p.m.
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