Friday, January 12, 2007
pillow talk.
nightfalls, and pensiveness ensues. no doubt it's been a good day, but i'm just getting that twinge of weariness. nothing that a good night's rest can't cure. here, my ennui has given way to my newfound enthusiasm for life. each day holds much promise. the past doesn't matter here, i have no past here. no knotty mess to extricate myself from, no complexities to unravel. anonymity is my identity.
a fresh clean slate, that's what it's called.
rachel at 12:35 AM