Thursday, June 25, 2009
I wish I could fly
I wish I could fly, among the clouds exist. Fly somewhere far... not to hide, but to make myself over to be anyone but me, someone free of the memories that haunt me and steal my sleep I so wish I could become part of the colors of the dark, those bright reds and oranges and greens that in clear nights tint the stars I wish I could go up to play among them so that when you looked up, on a moonless night and they reflected in your eyes I could be there, just another point of light in the long and...
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