baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wood and dust and steel There is something wrong with my addiction to these things. I surrender every day to their tones, their varnish, their scrapes. I know their personalities-their foibles, their strengths. They're friendship. They're drugs. They're love. They're lust. They are refuge that I've hidden in for all my life. I fear someday, if God ever decides to take Girl-Unit away, that I would retract from everything. And choose to hide in these soundholes, taking refuge in the dusty crevices created by luthiers. She will soon be the only connection. 10:27 a.m. - 2001-12-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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