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osteo-metallurgy is the new black, right?
sprawled on my back, i watch through the slivers of semi-closed blinds as the first fingers of dawn snake across an upside down sky. normally, the sleepless begrudge a new day's arrival: it serves notice to hours forever lost in the futility of the exercise, and a grim reminder that yet another day, as unforgiving as the last, is now upon you.
this morning, however, i am not sure what to feel.
it seems to me that is always like this, that days such as these arrive. quiet mornings nuanced only by a heightened self awareness.
this dawn: orange skies, gray clouds. just like yesterday, just like tomorrow. in this way, it drips of syrupy literary banality. yet, even as i lie here, bored with another postcard perfect sunrise, i consider how the events of today have the potential to alter all following days that i might know.
this moment, these breaths, are how i will always remember my last dawn as a fully organic; a hazy morning spent speculating what it would've been like in iceland.
today, i become the machine. i wish i would have gone to reykjavik instead.
Comments
juju hearts u, lil yuppie robot. keep that organic heart a-tickin' and all is well.
Posted by: ju at May 23, 2005 02:12 PM
rise lord vader!
Posted by: b at May 23, 2005 05:43 PM