more words for deserts

And some are made of ash, the mental artifacts of things that once lived, drank, tasted, felt. Behind their eyes are stories written on pages that once were blank (like new lives, new faiths) once were there for us to fill with distilled moments, things paired down, stripped bare of anything at all.

In them (the words for deserts) are questions that we are the answer to, futures that we are only two parts of, histories that get laid down in tri-dolor ways in the rain at midnight on the dallas ledbetter coming home from a movie, thinking about how things were could have been might one day be, but will it?

Happiness.



2004-07-16 | 8:29 a.m.
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