Probably won't be posting here very much anymore.
pzout.
1.15.2011
1.05.2011
Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot...
2011 is here without a word or a breath and has swiftly landed and made itself comfortable in my lap before I had a chance to mumble 'champagne'.
That is the language of the clock though, or so we've been brought up to learn.
It simply escapes the grasp of the unknowing without a trace left behind.
There is not even a chance to look back and gasp at the sight in front of you.
future
Such an unobtrusive word, yet nothing can become of it because it thrives on the unknown.
It arrives without warning, but never stays for long.
It sits in your mind like a cold, corroding tombstone, burning through the memories into a vacant space where it can build a shelter of its own.
No escape.
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