I am sitting here, on a broken bench, With its legs drawn crooked by some street Dali. His forgotten watch Measures the 1342 breaths-out and breaths-in Of a late He and a Waiting She. The mistake Was to let his blanket Slip and my toes to freeze When he was still watching
a stunning blend between the portrait and reality.. a mistake being immortalised... intriguing and very artistic.
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
Thank you! I am more than happy that someone can dechipher the noise in my head that is shaped into .. read moreThank you! I am more than happy that someone can dechipher the noise in my head that is shaped into writing...Most of the time I fear it will remain completely incomprehensible....Thank you for seeing it that way!
12 Years Ago
you're welcome, I probably only grazed the surface of this rare and inspired capture!
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'If I knew myself, I'd run away...'
I pick a word, phrase, sentence, sometimes even a whole chunk of text from what I wrote yesterday, the day be.. more..