Derek Follett

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From the Xanga archives: February 26, 2006

Sullen and beautiful.
Paradox and miracle.

The moments of life are cities along the vast highway.
Inbetween is waiting, we don’t remember it.
Only the sparkling lights.
The giving up the journey after the tire goes flat.
Then, the finding yourself on the road again.
Crying for the new joy and remembering the sadness.
They are together and grayness wipes them all.
And the gray is somehow beatiful, watching the clouds on a rainy day.


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