Tuesday, January 04, 2005

sounds of silence

Quiet out here lately. Was away on a trip, then the holidays, and finally, just out of ideas. Appropriately, this song works as a metaphor:

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence


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