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Dreams are what you wake up from.

14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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:: Six Minutes ::

:: Six Minutes ::

Twenty three minutes into October eleventh.
I clicked on the Omm application and it takes control of my iMac.
The opened windows - of Empires&Allies, Gmail, and even MSN are
Engulfed by the whiteness. It is a snow-filled landscape. Almost barren.
With the exception of a few skinny trees and their bare branches.
A haunting ambient piece - likely an electronic organ - with hints of xylophone
Prevails. And loops, when I ponder a little too long. But I am not distracted
Anymore, but the incessant tweets, or status updates, or the endless deluge
Of binaries. After a few loops, I swear I can hear a distant wind chime stirring
In the frosty winds. Did a wolf peer from behind the naked trunk? Or was it
Just my imagination? I pressed the home button on my iPhone.
Twenty nine minutes into October eleventh.


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sometimes, if i listen carefully 'nuff,
i could hear the making of
my footprints,
in the thick of the snow.

can you?

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