the birth and death of a day

I always imagine the same thing when I hear this song.  In my mind’s eye, I see me rocketing towards the earth from space.  The friction of the air causes an explosion of fire around me that doesn’t burn my skin but leaves a trail of smoke in the sky.  I hear the wind roaring in my ears and my body shakes from the vibrations. 

I see my face. 

I close my eyes. 

And I smile.

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  1. Kay


    Posted May 16, 2008 at 10:01 am | Permalink