dreams through the lens
Friday, January 21, 2011
how to dissapear completely
Sunday, January 16, 2011
endless hours of wasted moments
my daydream screams bitter 'til the end
sometimes it feels like wings without a bird
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
still a little bit of your song in my ear
suspended in your bleak optic white sea
nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
these silent words of conversation
watched the world as it fell past
do you ever wake far from home
the realm of soft delusions
behind lucky door no. 3
dozens of pounds full of heart
when you got a head full of feathers
perfect strangers when we met
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