[eventually]

somehow we're always ending on this note. this one note, this discordant tone. this misunderstood word. this melody formulated late at night, when minds get tired, and vertigo sets in. and what looks like an ending was just a beginning, and what you thought was beginning ended before you could stop it, or start it. or do anything at all.

June 19, 2004 - 8:47 am