Wednesday, April 09, 2008

"...and I'm five years ago, and three thousand miles away"

17.18 Five minutes late.
My head is clear.

It's as though nothing ever happened - ever.
I have no history, no context, no back story.
I am a clean sheet, a blank canvas.
I'm waiting to be written.

But there's nothing more daunting than an empty page.

The Seldom Seen Kid - Elbow

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