highresolution

it's odd how you start thinking of people and don't notice.

i call you 'she' when i do.

i like it.

as for dreams? i didn't mean to invade your head but there is something about dreams being linked to the heart that comes to my mind.

and who could control their heart?

Z out.



and he stood awkwardly at the edge of the houses door.
dark skies, gentle rain washing away his fears.
late afternoon light devoured the surreal black morn.
she watches as he motions gestures at the houses door.
body shaken, never quite reaching the threshold.
he pulls his long torso along the tiles, until he stands
blood flows down the roughness of his face.
tears fall to the nape of her neck.
and she walks toward him
and he pulls her into the abyss, a destined play.
they climb the steps of their daytime heaven.
he sings as they descend without question,
his head in her lap.
he feels peace.
and still it rains.

[Edited on Apr 30, 2005 4:27AM]

[Edited on Apr 30, 2005 4:27AM]