Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Engraved in sand
When all else seems to fail, there's always this...
...always something to say, always some flavor of bliss.
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