Slipping into the currents of life.

Swallow the lump in your throat.

She doesn't want to hear it. And you can't bear to say it one more time.

Just let it slide beneath you, like the pine cone dropping in the river that passes under the bridge.

Watch it tumble in the water, and spin in the eddies and currents. The words become a little less authentic the further down the river they travel.

Turn off the music and go to sleep. It's easier this way.

Saturday, July 31, 2004

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