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.
Monday, September 5, 2011
090511
I don't know how to do this.
Where is the madness, the screeching, the wind?
I don't know how to do this.
The only thing sweeter than a hilltop view is watching the dry hills drink the rain.
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