Sunday, August 20, 2006
self destruct into pixelated sprinkles
self destruct into pixelated sprinkles,
and blur to hide the scars. come home and watch your sanctuary piece itself back together, slowly,
and expose itself to sunrises and sunsets. they are sad, but they mean something. atleast i pretend they do.
pretend world
and lifeless gazing
into the sea of cold, cold water. shores don't tickle our feet, they do not invite us, they leave us cold and we are left to wonder why? how? and when? but then again it really doesn't
matter.
sometimes you walk and your
feet know the way, you want to stop but you cannot. an out of focus
life, so much originality so hidden from ourselves. little scared children running in circles,
around comfort figures that keep us at an arms length.
death is inviting sometimes, sometimes you won't take any answer - for an answer. its hard to be this way and its hard to be so many other ways also.
all vintage skirts, sway with the wind and erase sadness.
take five seconds to make water look solid.
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