This is our journey. And our love, will sail us through.

Monday, June 18, 2012

I still lie in the same curtain.

You and me. Make sense when we don't want to.

And that has been the beauty of this madness.

Soda bottles play our faces in an endless prism. Revolving. They get scattered through your strumming notes. Little puddles of dark opals. Ice. Gleams through the sun.

More faults, less corrections. More gazing, less talking.
We never emerge to appear.

I still lie in the same curtain.

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