2003-04-16 - 2:19 p.m.
bah...the quieter the room, the louder the thoughts. heart migrated to throat to beat so strongly i could choke. lungs shrank in a too hot hoping machine. or was it that i left them in there for too long? same results anyway. sculpted out of wet sand, too close to the shore, i see the fat waves licking the flat, swallowing the last foot prints; to soon; invite me in. am i to feel privileged?
blinding the mind with a too bright bulb, to see again the beauty of simple happiness. today, now, let us make us do our (so what if they're always such a bore) breathing exercises: exhale 1,2,3,4 to inhale 5,6,7,8 to exhale 1,2,3,4... more air;
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