Saturday, August 26, 2006
perfectly here
windows are open, all bangles and eariings lay scattered in rainbow puddles on the floor. some talk a certain way, some walk a certain way but deep down inside none of us can - well there just so many things to differentiate and integrate with.
most of us are walking a little faster now, soon to leave behind those who were once ahead of us. when we reach our destinations and are forced to wait, we'll sit together and make a list of regrets. someone make sure we have marshmallows and cookies.
time doesn't like people, if it did, we'd all be happy.
madness in crop circled little cupcakes? pinkpurplepowderdust little ribbons falling from the ceiling,
nothing can been seen.
the sun garden in shades of peach and orange came from a grey and dark place. there is still hope i think. why is it the thing we are most sure of, is really a wall with " i'm not so sure about this " written all over it.
why can't the mind make up it's mind?
1 Comments:
maybe because the mind doesn't mind the mindlessness of its mindframe.