Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Dinner with Depression may last a lifetime.
Nostalgia, please pass the salt, again.
I come up gasping, like I have been underwater,
Head keeps telling mind to keep sane.

I am frozen,
Familiar devils dance
and I know that I have tarried too long
sipping heady wine, indulging guilty pleasures

With that old friend of mine, 
No, I wont stay for dessert.
I have things to do. Thanks for the lovely evening.

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