Friday, October 19, 2007

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His voice was strained and shaking, each note that limped through the air found its way to my ear and I shuddered. It was painful to listen to, and I didn't stop him. I shut my eyes and let my senses be grated by his singing. It was imperfect, like the soft, straining hands of an infant reaching out, shaking, to touch...





Don't misunderstand
You are no concern of mine
But if you're free sometime
And you need some time
With me some time
To hold your hand, then I'll...
I will understand.
-Grady Tate, "Dont Misunderstand"-

1 comment:

Rachel said...

Your Sketches are so very prettyful!

I love the second one!