Wednesday, April 12, 2006

in the night: the black cat yawns, and so do I

once again: I worried too much
once again: I am blessed with good things

but the thing that can't be cured or helped in any way;
longing for and waiting for;

is only to be withstood

-- it's a matter of waiting

so I go to bed.
sleeping sets one's mind of things...

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