I would like to learn to play the guitar, but I don't want to have guitar-fingers. I need new gloves.
The wind was bitter-cold, sweet-cold or something-cold, but it was not unpleasant if I'd walked fast enough. Was I too trusting? Did I say too much? Why do I feel so useless even if told otherwise? I need new gloves.
My shadow had disappeared among other shadows, blended and belonged. There was barely enough light to see by, but despite all that I did not have, I had a sense of direction, accompanied with a kind of dread that I would have to spend some time untangling afterwards. Daylight is precious and darkness is cheap.
And later, I would seek unwilling solace in my book. I would think of people I miss and I would be glad to have friends to miss. I didn't want to hear 'good luck', which was what he said. There is a French phrase I would have much preferred.
Posted by sniffles at June 04, 2002 08:56 PM