February 9, 2009

• Mm. Tonight feels like my execution. I don’t know why

  The wind is wild and petulant, the moonlight glowing like a second sun, a dead sun, a cold sun. Something about the night air is different than day air, colder, smoother, more apt to find the chinks in the warmth and to creep inside. And it feels like it has crept inside of me, deep inside of me. Tomorrow, I know, the sun will rise. But inside of me, I don’t know if next week will ever come. It feels like the end of the world, the end of an age, like I’ll wake up on some distant ground that spins about a different sun. I really, horribly, badly want a different skin to crawl into.

  And I don’t know why.

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