a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

September 14, 2004

Open my eyes.
Look out the window.
The sun rises at 16,000 miles per second.

Do I feel secure?

Maybe I don't feel the planet shaking apart beneath my covers; but I'm putting my head back under them nonetheless. Sometimes a warm soft blanket is all you need to keep all that speed from catching up to you.

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