Sunday, March 04, 2007

sunday

Awaken from jumbled dreams, faces, people, quirks, they all blend together as my subconscious stirs.

Mixtures of strains of music echo through the walls. An alaap here, a guitar solo there, they all mingle together in some odd hypnotic harmony as they reach me. Silence fills in the space between.

Yet another sunday, bloody, sunday.

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Misha at Sunday, March 04, 2007

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