June 13th, 2002 - 2:25 a.m.

Wishing to hold on to perfection, but....

Am not looking forward to tomorrow. At this point, want to just fall asleep and never wake up. Nestle in amongst the dew studded blades of tender grass. Stare at the stormy evening sky, till it melds with the colours under the eyelids.

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