Do Not Cry A Tear That Rows Off
Into each others eyes, we listen to each other breathe.
The modern society: when the cell phone rings it is
mingled mournfully, and abortion is looked at like a cave drawing.
A lack for words, that i cannot look into the mirror, without
thinking of the world that revolves around it. Is it condensed
into dewdrops, or are we just an angel's raiment ripped off
to reveal wings. But the lightning flashes inside the hourglass
are getting shorter. Where is that sand from anyway?
Thursday, October 16, 2008