20 April 2011

the white fence.

for one to fall and
rise in just
one moment,
one breath.
breathe easy.

108.

speak softly
to the
concrete and clay.
malleable or not,
because it's always
the prettiest people
that make the ugliest
faces,
and i can't be held
responsible all
the time.

1[zero]8.

welcome, new world.
tick. tick. tick.
this is nothing more
than the actual
over the theoretical,
and we're left
with what's left,
and i'm okay with
that.
if you're a killer bee,
as i've assumed you are,
then i want to be a 
killer bee,
too.

won.oh.ate.

i've seen your eyes,
know your plans,
bring me your rules
and your horizon.
no silence,
if silence is gone,
call me 'your highness'
when all is wrong.
perceive the world,
a stage.
"your name,"
they scream.
take it and lose it,
as i am lost too.
so run, run fast.

onehundredandeight.


run, run fast.
we are not the same.

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