Thursday, March 01, 2007

Another strange dream this morning. A worn down train station in the middle of nowhere. A girl with a broken smile. Quiet conversation in the shadows and endless, unbroken plains beyond dust streaked windows. Makes for a melancholy morning, reminding me of a poem, half remembered from long ago, and the voice of one long gone.

1 comment:

lk said...

Perfect first paragraph for a novel. ;)