(para mandy)
then a big circle closes, and it begins to make sense. find a revolution and join it. my hands wear their scars well and my eyes burn in unnatural light. a circle of friends form a ring around a fire and we laugh at the stars. god i'm so far from home.. i can't be broken.. afgan dreams.. like the blinding beam of light that is valium. i still wake up and don't know which nation i have landed on. your name written above your bed in dragons, from a county fair. waking up in the sun is wonderful. greasy sleep face and warm sheets. a big circle closes.
yeah.. we pay our debts some times.. with a voice less cryptic will i speak. i'm not there yet. in fact i'm far and at a greater distance than i've ever been before. what a blinding and chaotic beam of light.. i'm so far from home..
2 comments:
i understand your encryptions. I live them as well.
cheers harvey..
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