Monday, April 03, 2006
Blown kisses
a hand slides behind
to say what are you looking at
the lines and spots on their faces
fade into the tan sea
the blue checkered prints of youth
the green pastures of life
the eyes, both
running over the same line
running over the same line
that bright April sunday that never was.
i lovelovelove this poem ;D amazing where your sources of inspiration can be (the library!). did i ever tell you how much i love you? because i do! thank you for believing in me. "some holes are not meant to be filled up" you know you know. a million things to talk about, none to verbalise. i love my current schedule, although it's packed and i'm sleep deprived! especially the weekends, but things feel so much more meaningful now, and spent with funky people.
; you may fall, you may fail but you must never give up.
glittered
7:12 PM
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