Tuesday, March 9, 2010


I'm nothing but lines of poetry these days. I sort of mean that in a fully encompassing way. Like, my life recently. Just skipping around from beauty to nothing and rhyme to nonsense. I hope someone gets it. Sees what I cannot see about myself. Could anyone possibly explain?

1 comment:

  1. Explain the wonders of you?
    Explain your life?
    You are more than lines of poetry.
    You have meaning tha stays to heart.
    People love you in the loving way but they don't love you like a poem.
    There is more to you that you may not even know. There are things to you that only people that love you can know.

    "Nonsense is the most sensible thing in life."


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