Stolen but resolute...
Methodically smoking my cigarette Every breath I breathe out the day With every delicious sip I drink away the night Stroking my hair to The beat of her heart Watching a girl turn into a woman
(taken from a poem scribed on the wall in a BSG episode, but potent, none the less.)
Times are changing, the world I knew flays itself under my gaze,
new worlds rise. So shall I.
From under the gaze of ambrosia,
green-tinted and raw, I write.
Desiring no glory,
devouring no fame,
but to follow my broken heart...
back to you.
(taken from a poem scribed on the wall in a BSG episode, but potent, none the less.)
Times are changing, the world I knew flays itself under my gaze,
new worlds rise. So shall I.
From under the gaze of ambrosia,
green-tinted and raw, I write.
Desiring no glory,
devouring no fame,
but to follow my broken heart...
back to you.