one dreams his self while he is his self

one dreams his self while he is his self
vaguelooksfromoutbehindherlashes, i am but a shade.

Friday, February 22, 2008

everything feels like nothing


stars sewn into the cloth of the sky looking down upon the flowers growing through the ground and wedging their languid bodies between the flimsy figures of the grass, raising their faces to the wind who whispers into their hair every secret which feels like nothing they haven't known.

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