Friday, June 19, 2009

my leaving

Today I am sitting here and I feel my leaving. I can feel my leaving, it is coming. I dream of it at night and I think about it all day.
I am also compelled to take on a project. This new clickity clackity shiny keyboard seduces me. I want to make prose and poetry on this keyboard. And then I want it on ink and paper in my hands.
Sudamerica... where are you? Here I come.

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