Tricksy but not undefeatable

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Exhaustion feels the same as despair. You'd know this if you've got the tide marks of despair in your eyes. I can see it if you have, it is instantly distinguishable, like a tattoo or a birthmark or the woman who carries the memory of rape.

There is a granular feel to my mind. All things slipping off one another made of mercury gravel. This is a night for ignoring thought and remembering that exhaustion is not the same as despair, no matter how similar the clothing.

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L.M.Noonan said…
This is eerily familiar. I'd describe the texture of my mind as gelatinous however. i'm enjoying your blog...found my way here via grumpy old bookman.
16/08/2007, 17:57
DS said…
Hello and hooray. I see what you mean about the gelatinous.
16/08/2007, 21:14
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