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November 30, 2010
I close my eyes...

It's always starts with me closing my eyes, doesn't it, this slipping into my mind, this access to my imagination? Well, it isn't working today. Nothing behind these eyelids but darkness. Nothing but the occasional red glow when sunlight tries to seep through my skin and illuminates the blood in my veins instead.

I would like to seal sunlight up into a jar, watch as it sloshes around like honey-colored water. Every once in a while, I might open the lid and take a sip.

You've never known warmth until you've sipped sunlight.