Friday, February 22, 2008

She Exists

She did things with certain certainity ,like putting all her senses into it and making it look,ideally nothing.And then her eyes turn unusually more brown.

Despite the noise,her silence was almost killing everything around.She was aware of the echos and the little noises that came from the transperency of the moment.She held herself in the blurrness and the comfort of the unkeptness.There was were she suffocated life and the pauses she couldnt understand.

Friday, February 1, 2008

and when the moments bruise at the pretty insights, (that is thoughtfully a dream)..i scream of something else's something..and then, a story begins.

between them is another story to make to disbelieve of the many stories I percieve,and among them you joking to yourself about life..and then you are realize its a cold morning,and nothing really warms.

and when in a haste i tremble at those jitters..

..i live well.

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