Thursday, July 16, 2009

I feel so small in this gigantic cluster of stars
like a single grain of sand, mirrored by it's own image
Please do something outragous, out of the ordanairy, fantastic
to make me smile, to get me excited, to make this fractured earth feel okay to be excisting in.
I've been walking through all the cities hoping to find something to make me smile, but everything is so stale,
stale air I am breathing in, no tastes in my mouth, everything smells of cigerettes and I have no storys to tell.
I'm okay when I can speak, but it feels like my mouth has been super glued for the past month

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