Here's to classical journals

Public blogging and censoring my own thoughts vaguely benefits my verbal purges, so expect much less of my typed words displayed on charaded.blogspot.com. Much love.

-Vivian

How about the heart of the home of 1995?

When the simplicity of a bluebirds' song

turned everything back without struggle

into place in the matter of seconds...

The seconds passing by 

neither too fast nor too slow,

it did not fly

nor did it crawl,

continuously spinning, and spinning, and spinning

on perfect time, in perfect harmony

Not a single alteration, they say

"not one change", really, "not one change"?

Why does it feel this much faster? 

miles and miles and miles

faster faster faster....

I'm feeling lightheaded.