2009-02-05 - 8:45 a.m.
the sound is a gasp for breath that never leaves this earth, ever.
i can never be quite sure that my reactions aren't skewed by the color of the sky, the smell of sun after rain, or the memory of how it felt the last time things looked this way outside.
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listening to: amiina - crackers.
reading: papers for class.
working on: finishing the things i start.