Monday, September 01, 2008

The details of the day I cannot encompass in a sentence. For fear they would corrupt my language.

The colors of the curtains I cannot describe with ink. For fear they would stain the page.

The steps I take that I cannot draw on parchment. For fear they would falter and flail.

Things I cannot do.

So many.

Before I do what I can.

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