Sunday, February 21, 2010

but your random ways swept me along



Sometimes I felt I would never
come out of the woods, I thought
its deeper darkness might absorb me
or feed me to the black turkeys
and I would cry out for the dog
and the dog would not answer.


- TURKEYS by Galway Kinnell


Wax Tailor - Seize The Day

Little Dragon - Twice

Midlake - Young Bride

Fredrik - Vinterbarn

Helplessness; that feeling. Emptiness; engulfing you. Wandering aimlessly in that shroud of white on what used to be green. A lone wrapper on the table. A gust of wind taking it in a swish.

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