Thursday 8 January 2009

ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day


something new, something old, something tame, something bold. inconspicuous, bursting.
strum away, strum away from me. strings which once tied me down, still entice, strange, strange, strange strangetrangestrang.



beauty, fullll.



new air, new cold air, new fragments of myself condensing in front of me, acending to a better place.

fragments.

keeping still is harder still when there's nothing to keep you.

ropes hard to tie, nothing to tie to.

mind's gushing apart, rushing apart, from a once fragile ... beauty?

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