Shivering lightness with translucent vibes running through me...(its like lightning you know)...passing through the veins flushed as though the air is..
Mockingbird with your hidden cries of the world turning and turning, keeping up with the bridges burning, with the crumbling ash as a bed marked in gr..
It's like this, the minute you begin, you end with a conundrum in the form of a web... what connects you to me is...well...a mystery of sorts. What ar..
I could reach for the tender ashes that float in mid-air...sparkles of light, made of endless white...and the luster of your voice would fade into the..
I look younger than I am...maybe its my height...maybe its my eyes...I see nothing but whispers when I look in the mirror. I would reach out and touch..
With no expression that takes and takes and takes and we make without a tomorrow... all that is in place fighting our present state so that we can at ..