Mar 17, 2010 21:59
Try to find the perfect words
after ages of disconnectedness
I can't keep it
It all just flows through my fingers
love will not be captured
it just blows with wind like northern lights
Who knows why
time fly by high
not even ee cummings can stumble
to the perfect truth
All is perfect
in gods green earth
spending time drawing
mandalas
my own super hero
and eating too much ice cream
careful what you wish for
I wished to be crazy
and free
silly me!