Sunday, August 31, 2008

A Swarming Constant


there is no rest for the wicked and my eyes never close so i want to look at you and tell you but instead i smile and glance away because i hate to watch you leave as i can do nothing but say goodbye to months of shadows and silence spent living in a limbo made of sand and guitar strings and sharpies that trace and chase thoughts too vivid to be real and too clear to be dreams.

i'm trying...

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