Sunday, August 29, 2010

I'm afraid I've lost it,
that beautiful spark that led me to
adventure and mystery.
I've been buried alive by expectation,
duty,
and routine.
I want to wear cast-off sweaters,
drink blindingly hot coffee at midnight,
walk in the rain alone with my red scarf to keep me company.
To write brilliantly everyday and to
never
be common.

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