Glissando.
July 31, 2010Sleep fills my head; it nestles in the corner of my mind and purrs as it peers up at me with its familiar, unblinking gaze. The dreams are not mine to be had, not mine to touch. They reside elsewhere, in a mind far sharper than my own, and I can only throw guesses onto the pile of questions that sprawls across the floor.
The rhythm is soothing, it beckons me to close my eyes and add my own tempo to the …
And there the post ends – apparently last edited June 5, 2008.
It is July 30, 2010. It is a year since I had any communication from the writer of this post. I do not know whether she is alive or dead.
I hope she will read this. And contact me.
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