Pauses

November 12, 2008

I'm whiskey drunk and spinning… and thinking about those things that live in pauses.  In those jagged gasps of breath.  Those sudden intakes of air, so sudden that it seems – even for just a moment – that the moment itself is too much… like it burns so hot it empties you.  And that the only way to soothe it is to stop… to gather yourself.  To breathe.

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