Waiting. Thinking.

30 01 2012

There’s wind out here, and it’s been throwing things my way, nothing to set me ahead, though. Nothing, even a day.
Shrugging it off, for what nothing’s worth. I’ll see myself again all too soon, to another place, another room.I’ve filled my head with the dust of so much, in a line. Maybe I’ll find the smile in me, not only having someone pull it from me? I found some clear water.. i think it’ll be easy. once;




2 responses

31 01 2012


1 03 2012

Excellent article, thanks.

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