Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Gently Cries
Light turns to dark -Dissemination- Translucent from Opacity -Disintegration- From the outside in -Oblivion-
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