vital signs of a stray mind
my space, my salad bowl, my punch-bag, my foosball, my coffee, my pillow
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
i grew up wanting to touch the sky
but i was too afraid to fly- what if i break a fall?
so, now, i only hope to get taller
blue is mine. safe.
everyone's leaving.
everyone leaves.
i will be left.
i wish
i hope
i dream
i know...
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