Of musings.in transition.impatient.incomplete.obscure and obdurate.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Of flying my kite into the sky of the mundane.

Or is it that I'm surprised at how I'm letting the string loose, even as I see the others around me pull and snap?
Am I going to be able to run after it, following its shadow on the ground?
I might need to..
Will I want to?
My floating anchor...
...of colours.
Do I want it in sepia?

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