Friday, 8 May 2009


This is in response to the beautiful yrhandsmyknees:

Four am and being alone, the night going either way, the plunging feeling that's stronger than anything else. These are the two types of four am:

One: feeling lonely not alone, sitting under the table, holding tightly to a favourite book, no music because nothing's right, feeling the minutes waste themselves one by one.

Two: enough energy to paint an entire room, more thoughts than time to work them through, the blessing of perfect quiet, light swift steps so as not to disturb, the power to do anything.

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