Wednesday, June 2, 2010

A Bold Stitching Colored In Craziness

06.29.08

Silent glass divides our gaze
Everything is in slow motion
I reach my hand to touch it
You do the same
My mouth moves in hypnosis
Your eyes tell me your listening
I slowly move away
I walk as if I'm underwater
Because I have nothing more to say
Because the violence of bloodless companions has withered and faded my soul

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