Sep 16 2008
Dew
Oh the heart calls, the tears flow. Striving mentally but can it be translated physically? or only metaphysically? Lying in the field, dew damp– inside use to be steel–but what’s this? to weep so easily, to laugh joyfully and to see so much beauty it hurts. I try to close my eyes but the light reaches within between eyelashes with excellence of artistry coming at me at lashs. What can I do? I have fallen so deeply in this trap and yet inside enlight a match, a flame–fully blossoming without control or shame. Coming alive, coming strong–oh look at me what have you done? You’ve effortlessly have broken down my will to fight and run–but somehow I feel I have won.
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