Climbing walls of perfection, stealing towards the apex
of an interior world of possibilities.
Cuddling together in a myriad of memories, awaiting times
of recognition.
Ageless moments coalesce and bring about changes in
personality and attitudes.
Notwithstanding, events of everyday exploration, we
traverse the world on bicycles of thought.
(8: 49 p.m. - 12/12/08)
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