(no subject)
somewhere alone the line
between giving shape to my dreams
and leaving the space untouched for fate to jump in
i traded my open eye for an abstract eye
or rather, i switched for a moment, as my view is my view, and to see all is to see all but you (me), as in; the more you share the more you come together, the more you give the more you get,
the more you dissolve,
the more you grow
why do anything if there is no heart in doing so
(if only i could share with you the beating of my heart in doing so)