Day No. 49: Empty Safe
Grande Polonaise Brillante. Molto Allegro - Meno Mosso
If you listen to the above by Chopin, Maybe you've heard about everything. I listen to Chopin, but 10121977 thinks he's a butcher.
Today I've read 100 pages of Naipaul. I touch my forehead but it doesn't burn. Perhaps the weather is so hot outside you have to swim naked. When you let everything go, you thought that your heart might dissapear. Maybe it floats.
Luck decided to go away for a while. I miss it. I thought it got lost and can't find its way back. I become depressed. Luck decides to stay away. I pine for its return. After all, it took my heart out of the safe. Maybe hearts don't float.
Amazing scenes from my cell as a pundit blesses it. For what? For luck to return.
If you listen to the above by Chopin, Maybe you've heard about everything. I listen to Chopin, but 10121977 thinks he's a butcher.
Today I've read 100 pages of Naipaul. I touch my forehead but it doesn't burn. Perhaps the weather is so hot outside you have to swim naked. When you let everything go, you thought that your heart might dissapear. Maybe it floats.
Luck decided to go away for a while. I miss it. I thought it got lost and can't find its way back. I become depressed. Luck decides to stay away. I pine for its return. After all, it took my heart out of the safe. Maybe hearts don't float.
Amazing scenes from my cell as a pundit blesses it. For what? For luck to return.
posted by Mengyang at 7:12 PM
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