crooked and doubled

Jan 10, 2009 19:33

 walking atop the damp earth i can feel the pull of the universe to ground my presence. the pull is slowly dragging my thoughts down, vision blurred moving on through the trees. from some where, another place another time, I can hear myself speaking. my voice resonates all around me turning everything just a little more lucid. Is the real? the doubts pass as water passes down stream. Slow days turn to long nights.
Your face always resting gently on the back of my mind, i will always love you, always need you.
the sun has barried itself in its thoughts and the night is released,
as i sit in my mind the world spins around me, walking through the desert with no direction.
I can feel it though, nearing ever closer to only time knows what.
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