imagination
all the spaces--
near the absolute, the cravings for silence.
a shot. we cower and begin to scrawl the apologies.
in mind, i discover how to tell you i love you.
the last love is imagined
crossing the clouds and hidden in the back room
there is a shrine to graffiti crushes and hallucinations wandering into and out of the bathroom.
i can tell the moon is amused.
i can see there is a change about to come.
a taxi-cab that goes in circles
a hideous laughter from the front
we move closer and
fly from the window
dreams far from being realized.
all the spaces--
near the absolute, the cravings for silence.
a shot. we cower and begin to scrawl the apologies.
in mind, i discover how to tell you i love you.
the last love is imagined
crossing the clouds and hidden in the back room
there is a shrine to graffiti crushes and hallucinations wandering into and out of the bathroom.
i can tell the moon is amused.
i can see there is a change about to come.
a taxi-cab that goes in circles
a hideous laughter from the front
we move closer and
fly from the window
dreams far from being realized.
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ellabella:
Good read. Glad I hit that link-thingy-magie-gie.
roxxee:
Ooook, it's a flight now. Check your email. 