Thursday, March 23, 2006

bubble

The bubble of the dream burst just as she was about to say the word to me. I came up to the surface of the waking world in anguish, knowing I would spend the rest of my life chasing for that woman, for that word, for that insubstantial ghost of an instant holding the promise of the explanation, the meaning and the purpose..

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