mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Monday, November 28, 2011
chasing the sun into the night
beckoned by the edge where today splinters into tomorrow. I am done with yesterday both near and far, yet the griefs and unresolvables cling. shyness bares down more now then ever.
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