février 2012
22 billets
I want to make the rivers flow flow flow flow, until every eye is a feather from another eye but overall each is golden.
thesevespers:
All that I am is the story I tell myself
I am a moving monument of empty knowledge. Far away and distant is the shore.
There is a long road with a summer dress at the end of it, a tulip, perhaps, with wind through her fingertips stuffed under the dirt that covers the earth.
What I can’t see completes me; I am forever seduced by mystery, it assures what lies beneath. Me, me me.
likeloveadore:
I’ll admit I am bored with me I...
You are what “exquisite” calls for and nothing less.
Do we have our own gravity, do you think?
