Sunday, March 6, 2011

inspiration is that spark in that dark space when im mindful. 
                                 Eyes closed wide.
My soul holds, onto every little thought that ever brought a piece of me outa the dark.
 For display on the table for everyone that cares to see, for everyone that's there but me. 
But my poetic silence leaves only leaves falling from the skies eyelids.

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