Friday, January 15, 2010
pull the shutters closed on your own well-swept invincibility and lie behind the shade. you can find brilliant blues beneath the murmuring grey nothings. i don't claim to seduce worlds. i'm not the greatest, or the best, at what i do. i have a lot to learn, and it begins with whispers that get louder and grow into boulders. i just walk around sometimes, for hours, and the hammering pulse of the city is too much for me. i just walk, and the cars and the buildings turn absolutely horror show all around me.