Monday, September 06, 2004

the littlest logic

My memory absorbs pain the way my tongue absorbed the color from a Black Cherry Blowpop when I was nineteen and everything was laid out in front of me. But I walked around the path, the trail of breadcrumbs so carefully left, because I had read that one before and I did not want to get trapped. So I left the easy way behind and found the most difficult way to go. That might seem out of place in my story, but it really makes the little sense of me that one can make. The little logic that I have learned to take.


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