More than ever.
Not by mere numbers
on the sides of the graph.
Not by mere lines
of blue and red astride each other.
Tonight I feel the distance
More than ever
On empty words
in emotionless versations
There is distance
More than ever
On the state of the mind
and call of the heart
Friday, March 25, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Beyond Death
trees we shall become
as our ashes knead with the ground
the branches, our arms
twigs the fingers that once intertwined
roots for legs, what we have always dreamed
we cannot fly we have no wings
but the wind will gush through our leaves
you and i trees after death
growing towards the heavens
but still have the sense of earth
march 01
as our ashes knead with the ground
the branches, our arms
twigs the fingers that once intertwined
roots for legs, what we have always dreamed
we cannot fly we have no wings
but the wind will gush through our leaves
you and i trees after death
growing towards the heavens
but still have the sense of earth
march 01
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