I walk the straight line down when i could waltz the black one over. i cross over and over railways until i feel the mid-October. i miss the air, i miss the lights, i miss the running into flight i miss the sleeves and all the shreds and all the things that caused me dread. it's 12:30 here; 30 minutes past. it's thirty minutes later that thirty minutes last. they fly, they jump, their energy it rises, it flows, exists in me. i love the signs i love the times i kiss my rhymes these are the lines
Fingernails · Wed Jun 04, 2008 @ 03:07pm · 0 Comments |