Aug 10, 2008 00:56
with all walls torn dow, you can feel for miles and miles. the acres of growing older never cease to whimsy my calm and the view from the backseat never looked more sharp in this dream reconfiguring.
so its been like two years or so when i posted....
so, i went to the woods to find something... i was searching so desperately for something id thought id lost and found within a rotten log a sprout reaching for some sun within its perceptual plane.
hope the last thing out of pandoras box.........
haha how funny the ironic irony of it all so well fitting huh? double negatives abound. play games with redundancy and i am still . within an infancy anewgrowing everyday.
i need a new picture of me.