dark skies and a silver gash of stars and air

[ethia]

Feeling inspired, as in I could write and write and only stop to breathe every now and then. But. There is no time. None for me to shave off the day and stash away until nightfall when inspiration strikes most often. Oh, the injustice. However, I'm most grateful to Tony and Pepper and that delicious dichotomy of want-can'thave and all the tension that springs of it.

I want to see The Dark Knight, badly. Like: two weeks ago. Want to shiver in awe of Ledger's perfomance and the Joker's single-minded cold-bloodedness. This will be one long wait, I can tell.