Saturday, March 31, 2012

Cherries, all of us

I haven't seen the moon in nights.  There is just the grey phosphorescent hole in the billowing darkness where it should be.  Where it was.  Where it used to be, 1.3 seconds ago.  The mind crumbles at such perpetual vagueness.  Rain makes life less distinct, yet gives certain emotions distinction.  

Funny, that.  

We are born into the doom of distractions.