Monday, August 06, 2007

100 / Can you ever forgive me and trust me?

The day breaks in a constant. Another drained and pale morning. Last nights ruined and still smoking... The machine I bought to forget you, it walks in circles, neglected. The star of the East now guides me. I float to the place of remembrance. I lay an offering before Jupiter. The rust has affected travel out there. The incessant rain has penetrated the inner sanctum..