La Llorona

Drifting in and out of here or there

Wednesday, May 31, 2006


I am sneaking down the river, although why, I have no clue as nobody can see me. I am a ghost after all. The silt and oil slide through my being and I perceive them in a gentle, lulling way making me almost sleepy. If I could only sleep. I wouldn't have to think all the time.


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