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 die..like joking to yourself about life..and then you are awake..to realize its a cold morning,and nothing really warms.

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

..i live well.

5 comments:

Phoenix said...

deep, purple, cold.

Live well.

crimsonflaw said...

unmistakably darkly deeply yours...just like phoenix said up there.

seraphicgirl1986 said...

i wish most of us were as optimistic as u, in thinking that we too live well.

P.S: im back for now, my recent post-
www.thejoypop.blogspot.com

Impressionist said...

I agree with Poison Coated here!
nice post

-I

weevil girl said...

this os teh placetobein
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