and the last few minutes

and the last few minutes of halloween fall upon me. their icy thin fingers sending thoughts of times past to spine. spent my day with ben, passing out cds, eating lunch, telling stories. i am tired now, but i am not tired. i am sad. depressed. nostalgic. for some reason, halloween seems to bring the lost breath of sadness to my soul. not sure why. i remember exactly what i was doing, at exactly this time last year. i will not tell you though, for it makes me feel ever more saddened. lonely. the candle in my pumpkin, is throwing light to wall. sigur ros again. might they carry me off on the giant wings of their beauty. i don't want to hurt anyone's feelings ever again. nor my own. the world is vast and tireless, but i am simply a man. a man alone in a room with light. music. superscratcher. +

Posted by at November 1, 2002 12:02 AM

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