Thursday, February 18, 2010

Tinkle

We are like tinkling little glass spheres, you know? The kind in the Department of Mysteries. So wonderful but so fragile. And we just roll around one another in a masquerade of smoke and mirrors, swirling and bumping into each other in the pale and clammy darkness. All of us are cracked and marred, but still, we pulsate with an inner glow. It's not in some of us, it's in all of us.

|9:30 AM|


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