"i am the pretense of self-forgiveness posing as the pin-up of redeemed ... i am the prayer for a wildfire tamed wanting nothing more than to believe ... i'll be what i am meant to be."
Monday, January 15, 2007
it's like monkey bars
grip tightly dangle hold your breath swing for a second fly but always hang on
i love you but have dangled in the beautiful dream of you long enough i'll see you on every playground smile and wave my kiss but now i think i'd like to try the swings
"songs spread out by silence and rolled up by noise, echoed in dreams and concealed by wakefulness ... who can link the crashing thunder with the baby's sigh?" ~ gibran
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